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  • This is a really, really generic neighborhood sports bar. They have generic bar food, generic drinks, and generic drink specials. They have poker nights several nights a week that bring out... well, just the kind of crowd you expect at a neighborhood sports bar poker night. The only reason I'm taking the effort to write this review is to mention their hot wings. They used to have an "atomic" wing challenge, where you would sign a liability waiver then have to eat a dozen extremely hot wings. If you could eat all of them you would receive a shirt and your picture on the wall. Last time I was in Sports Peppers all of the pictures were off the wall and the atomic wing challenge was gone, but I believe their hottest wings are still just as spicy. Since the wings still exist and I did their old atomic wing challenge, let me explain to you how hot the wings were for anyone crazy like me who wants to test their manhood. Let me say beforehand that I can eat a ton of spicy foods. Suicide wings at most every place around town are not a problem to eat. They are enjoyable and do not resemble a challenge or anything too spicy. I figured this "challenge" would be easy. It was not. When the plate arrived, the fumes launched a barbaric attack on my nose. I cringed knowing what I might be in for. But hey, any loser cook can make wings smell hot. Actually making them hot is something different. I took the first bite. No sweat. I made a sarcastic remark to my friends, thinking about how awesome I am, probably something along the lines of, "This shit is a joke. Too easy." Well, like most really hot foods, these wings take awhile before they really hit you. When they do hit, have some fucking milk nearby. Sooner or later I finished all of the wings. I was victorious. Except for a couple of things. First of all, my mouth was numb. I drooled on myself a couple of times. My eyes were watering. When I got home, I lived in the bathroom for awhile and produced some utterly vile waste. To be honest, I don't think I ate wings for ~6 months after this challenge. This little sports bar taught me that I'm not the spicy food god I thought I was. You win, Sports Peppers. Oh, to the guy who looks like Jesus and had the 1st place record for eating some absurd amount of these (100 maybe?): bravo, sir.
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