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| - When I get in the mood for something, I eat it once, and I'm usually satisfied. Twice if it's good. For the last few weeks, I've really been wanting a good, tasty wing. Something crisp with a good sauce and bite to it. Since it's on the way home from my office, the future wife said "Let's go to Quaker Steak. They're supposed to have great wings."
Two stars later, color me disappointed in my first attempt to satisfy my craving. Take heed, those who operate chain restaurants, and for that matter, any restaurants: Yes, bacon is good. Cheese is good as well. Can we please have an option where if someone just wants some fries, they can just have the fries? I want to dip a fry in ketchup, maybe some ranch. If I want Bacon Cheddar Double Death Fries, I'll ask for Bacon Cheddar Double Death Fries, okay? If I say "I'd like a side of fries," don't turn into an internet meme, froth at the mouth and tell me the virtues of your Double Bacon Cheddar Cheeseburger Taco Pita Double Tripled Death Fries.
On to the wings. Holy moly, these were not great wings. My favorite wing isn't the one that looks like a drumstick, but rather the one that looks like your forearm, with the two bones. Mmmm, that's the greatest part of the wing. Most of mine were broken, and one even had the bone sticking out. Just the thing I want to bite into and subsequently choke on, which I thankfully did not. The sauces were just mediocre. Golden garlic was neither spicy nor garlic, neither Duran nor Duran. Discuss.
Also: Unless you're a dive bar trying to attract people into your fledgling establishment, you don't need a 32oz. beer. It's irresponsible to your beer suppliers who designed beers to be drank within a temperature window, as well as the poor saps who see a small aquarium's worth of beer and figure it's a good deal.
All in all, I'm sure Quaker Steak is a fine establishment. Maybe I went on a bad, bad day for cook and staff alike. I doubt I'll give them a chance to make up for it, however.
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