Wild Billys Bar & Grill

Well where to start, first time I went in I ordered ten hot wings for ten bucks. Even though the website stated 12 for 10. The wings were good very spicy but the sauce was thick and peppery tasted like habanero, which I liked. So I decided to try them again I called and called to place a take out order. No one answered, but I craved those wings so I went up and waited for them. Get them home and they are a completely different sauce a traditional hot sauce. Wtf that's not what I went out of my way for. Turns out the first server put in my order wrong. I mentioned it to an employee there to no avail, they didn't care. Now today I call for a take out order they tell me they just walked in the door and it would take twenty minutes to heat. Up fryer, fine. But then he tells me to call back in an hour. I'm irritated with this place, they deserve a less than poor review on here. Note the wet Cajun wings are good.

Having driven by many times and seeing the signs for "Cleveland's Newest Country Bar", I stopped in for a visit on a Sunday evening. The place was nearly empty except for a pool league with about 10 people playing pool. Otherwise, there were three older men sitting at the bar and that was it. Again, there was a sign that said it was a country bar.....It was not!

I was greeted by Michael Jackson blaring from the jukebox. My wife and I sat down at the bar and was promptly greeted by a very tattooed  and energetic barmaid.  I ordered a Miller Lite and my wife ordered a daquari, only to be informed that they don't serve liquor yet. Apparently they don't have a Sunday liquor license. She settled for a coke and I sipped on my Miller Lite.

The music got progressively louder and quickly turned to heavy metal. My guess is that the barmaid chose the music selections, because she was dancing all around the bar, shaking everything she had. Not really a pretty sight. I soon finished my beer and placed it near the edge of the bar, which normally signals the need for another one. The barmaid continued to dance all over the place, enjoying herself immensely.  Unfortunately, that was all she chose to do. My empty beer bottle sat there for more than 10 minutes as she headbanged her way around the bar.

A fresh beer never arrived, nor did she ever stop dancing long enough to see if we needed anything, so we simply left. Never, ever will I return to give them another chance.