So, my brother decided he wanted me to take him to this place for his birthday. As he has never been a fan of crowds or American Football I was surprised. The place is like Hooters without the hooters. So it’s kind of like having game night with the boys, but the wife isn’t manning the kitchen.
I can’t complain about the low lighting or laud TV, because those things come with a wing joint. The fact that a hot girl sat us then some dude served was a disappointment.
Then the service was so bad that another server came and asked us if we had been helped. I got one refill on my soda and was forced to sulk in silence as none could rightly carry a conversation in a place like this grill.
Take my advice, kids, make your hot wings in the microwave and save yourself some time.