One of my favorite memories of the first decade of this century is sitting with my niece and nephew at a Hooter's eating chicken wings while watching the Patriots beat the Colts in a playoff game on their way to another Superbowl win. Good times.
That being said, there are a few things that would ruin my dining experience at Hooter's or Buffalo Wild Wings, which let's just be honest is trying really really hard to be Hooter's. One would be a big, clumsy, hairy oaf making a jackass of itself while noisily eating chicken wings and acting as if it's the only creature in the damn bar. Another would be a winged buffalo reading lines written for a precocious SitCom kid in a voice loud enough to be heard from across the room.
Seriously, ban both these idiots from Buffalo Wild Wings, and maybe I'll stop by. I'm sure there's something in the health code about the presence of all that dirt and hair. And I bet the bison is unsanitary, too.
If you enjoy being served overpriced lukewarm/dried out/prepared haphazardly and obviously rushed out of the kitchen food in an obnoxiously loud environment with inattentive servers, I can't recommend "B-DUBS" (ugh!) more
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