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| - So, it's almost certain that you've already been to a Buffalo Wild Wings, a corporate sports bar chain that I once worked for back in its humble beginnings as an Ohio State dive in Columbus, OH. The wing sauces are actually quite good, easily the best among the big chains, and so hunger and nostalgia drove me to see how they were doing at the U. of Wisconsin location.
How they are doing is grossly and ickily corporatized: servers are reading from a creepy, memorized, cocktails-to-dessert training script that precludes them from resembling humans in any substantive way. Prices have so outpaced inflation that it now costs $18 to get your fill of their food, without drinks or tip. I get that costs have gone up on everything since 1995, but not 300% in most instances. They've also shrunk their wing portion size from six and twelve to five and ten. $10.79 for ten measly wings? Really? Yes, the wing sauces are still good (and the limited-run Moroccan Fire was tasty), but paying for their advertising budget now means that you're forking over real-food money for deep-fried items only a slight grade above fast food. In a word, meh.
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