So, here's the deal. Â I live in a house of men. Â Sexy Beast and the Spawn would never point blank admit that they like this place because it's all jiggly and giggly. Â That's the only reason I can possibly imagine that they like it. Â They can't possibly really enjoy the food.
Sexy Beast keeps ordering the Fried Pickles but rarely eats more than a couple of them.
Spawn A seems to think that I will believe that the Philly Cheese Steak sandwich is worthy of his mastication.
Spawn B swears that the wings are great. Â He even insists that "Wing Wednesday" (or some such nonsense) when you can eat all the wings ever brutally snipped from the poor cluckers out back for a measly $15 is likely the best thing ever invented.
They all used to be able to convince me to participate in their self-deception with the promise of a rather tasty grilled Mahi Mahi sandwich. Â Someone in the corporate office decided that providing an edible menu offering would detract from the "delightfully tacky" aura of the joint. Â They've dumped it back into the sea. Â I tried the "other" fish sandwich. Â It was not nearly as tasty. Â I didn't like it.
The best part of this place is the fact that the giggly jigglies will surround your table on your birthday and sing inane birthday songs to you. Â The Spawn pretend to hate it. Â They get all blushy and pretend to be pissed off about it. Â But, I think it makes them feel like Trailer Park Hugh Hefners and they love it.
So, because I love the men in my life, I tolerate this ridiculousness periodically.
Nice place, great wings. Â Go Wednesday for bottomless wings and get your hog on. Â The waitresses are very friendly, some are smart, some make you wonder how they remember to breath. Â Most of them are hot, very hot.
I prefer the boneless wings, medium, but the boned ones are great too. Â The chili cheese fries are yummy as well! Â The wings are hot and right out of the fryer, so good.
We go here or a Hooters in Louisville about once a month. Â If they had free wifi, we'd be there more often.