Went for wings last night. Â It is a wing joint, after all. Â Ordered our wings extra, super crispy. Â Like 30 minutes later, they bring out rubbery chicken skin wings. Â We sent them back. Â Manager came over, and had the NERVE to tell us "that's why I order boneless wings". Â Really? Â You manage a wing joint, and you don't even eat chicken wings? Â Boneless wings are NOT wings. Â They are chicken breast.
So, after ANOTHER freaking 30 minutes, they bring out our "new" wings. Â Yup, you guessed it!! Â RUBBERY SKIN WINGS!! Â I told our waitress, "bring the bill for the sodas".
So, we sat there for a damn HOUR, and they never actually got our freaking order right. Â We left without eating. Â They need to fire their cooks, and get someone in there that is smart enough to touch the wing, and know it's not crispy!!
And, 7 freaking dollars for two sodas!!! Â
It's funny too, cause on the way out, there is a sign on the door that says "Come hungry, leave triumphant". Â HA! Â B*llsh*t!
It will be a cold day in hell before we go back there!