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My friends and I are on a quest to find the best wings in the 'burgh (and when I say 'burgh, I mean the city... we ain't driving to Monroeville for any wings!) and upon googling "best wings in Pittsburgh," Excuses came up as NUMBER TWO. We thought we had struck gold (GOLD, Jerry, GOLD!).
We had struck nothing more than a horse apple (ref: Shawshank Redemption).
Admittedly, we messed up and showed up on Thursday (versus Wednesday) for wing night. Our bad. However, one would think that the wings served on Wednesday are the same as the wings served on Thursday. If they ARE different, I'll happily try this place again.
Anyway, I walk into a cloud of smoke. I hate to be a pain about this, but isn't there a law against cigarette smoke in an establishment that serves food (they even have a dining room!)? This was my first turn off. I guess I'm "spoiled" by having been able to eat in fresh air.
We claim a table in the back dining area and immediately start checking out the menus - which, btw, were placed neatly on each table. The bartender comes up and tells us that they are on a "late night" menu (WHAT? It was 7:20pm) and the menus we're looking at are basically just a tease.
OK. I took a deep breath (coughed) and moved on.
"So, do you have wings?" I ask.
"Oh yes, we have wings." Says our server (also the bartender, and worth a mention, very nice and timely with drinks/etc.)
PHEW
"But we only have one flavor."
WHAT?!?
Normally this would be the third strike, but since the googles said they had the NUMBER TWO WINGS in Pittsburgh, we just figured they would be worth it.
So my group of five decides to tread cautiously and we get 2 dozen wings (hot wings, as that was the only flavor available). FIVE SECONDS LATER the wings were there. I'm not exaggerating. There is quick, and then there is WAY TOO QUICK. Basically, it was clear to us that these were wings from last night that were either nuked or had been sitting under a heat lamp for a while.
It gets worse. They were good sized wings, but since they were "leftovers" all the fat was soft and chewy on the wings. And inside, some of the meat was still pink. This is a no-go with chicken. I won't even go into detail on the brown, dried up celery...
The story ends with us not finishing the wings, heading over to Emiliano's across the street and having a grand ol' time with margaritas and nachos.
I will never, never, never go here again (unless I accidentally wander in inebriated for last call).
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