I was excited to see a new local wing place. I saw BW3s down the road but wanted something a little less “chain”. It was a little odd entering through a motel to get to the place but okay. The place was pretty empty except for the 10-13 men huddled around the bar shouting “shots”, “shots”. It seems a little early (5:45) for that but it happens.
I seat myself in a booth wait about 3-5 minutes and no one ever even acknowledges me. I decide to leave when the chorus changes from “shots” to “Jager”, “jager”.
Went to BW3s instead. And it was exactly what I expected.
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