Peter D.
Yelp
I'm not a real man. I know this, because in between nuzzling each others' necks, and gently brushing each others' cheeks with the backs of their hands, Kyle and Andy berated me for getting medium wings, as opposed to hot.*
And you know what? It's true.
So for the next batch we got hot, and I have to say the difference was negligible. Andy, however, was POURING sweat as we ate them, but as he claimed, "I'm not sweating because the wings are hot, I'm sweating because I'm a creep."
And you know what? It's true.
It also might be because this place is freaking tiny, and if you're cooking a lot of food in a small room filled with people, it gets hot. My apartment is like a sauna, so I know this.
In any case, this place is aptly named. They make a good wing, although the flats were disproportionately superior to the drumsticks. The prices are standard, even if they seem high because I patronize a lot of the $.10, $.20, and $.25 wing joints. But there are $7.50 pitchers of Coors Light, which is a pretty good deal.
Seriously, though? No wet wipes? What kind of operation is this?
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*In my defense, some places get overzealous with the hot, to the point where they are no longer enjoyable. The Wing Bar is not one of these places.