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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.
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