I am a dive bar expert. I love me a good dive bar. The darker and older the better. The surly regulars on the fringes of society are my people.
This place is shit. Not 'The Shit'. Actual shit, as in a piece of crap.
We ordered wings, after the bartender bragged how they were the best in town, and the regulars started laughing about how they just cooked a bunch of fish they caught locally in the frier, and that our wings were gonna taste fishy. Not in a "we're fuckin' with you" way, but more of a "we have no sense of self" way.
Homo say what!?!?
They did taste fishy! We each ate only one. Everyone was having a great time about it. We left an entire plate of uneaten wings, and nobody gave a shit. Fine, no problem.
We finished our beers and left.
Even if the wings weren't trouty, they were way too big. Bigger isn't better in the case of wings. They aren't actually buffalo wings, and shouldnt resemble some bloated and abused fictional beast. They should be from chickens. SMALL CREATURES CALLED CHICKENS.
The end.