It was literally the only place in my city that did it at the time.
Big difference, imo.
The wings WERE good but not so good I’d go there if I had any other options.
Also, I don’t know if you’ve ever eaten 8 pounds of hot wings, but I have, and the absolute fucking mess it makes of you combined with acute gastrointestinal distress means that any woman that saw you consume that amount of chicken wings will be utterly incapable of even pretending to flirt with you, but also that sex will be the thing least on your mind as the fiery talons of Satan himself forcefully shreds your asshole like an eight year old ripping open the wrapping paper of a Christmas present.
The utter uninhibited depravity of all you can eat wings night is concretely antithetical to the concept of sex, and the spectacle itself may be the strongest evidence I’ve ever encountered for the non existence of god.
I was pretty happy that we had two all-you-can-eat wings places: hooters and a local joint opened by some retired EMTs. Somehow, though, they found out about how happy everyone in the area was that there were two nights a week of all-you-can-eat, and then the local placed switched to the same night as hooters. I guess they thought that if people would bring their family to their place on the all-you-can-eat night, they’d be more steady customers on other nights. Super sad, yo. I think the hooters went out of business now, while the other place is still open.
I went for the ALL YOU CAN EAT wings.
It was literally the only place in my city that did it at the time.
Big difference, imo.
The wings WERE good but not so good I’d go there if I had any other options.
Also, I don’t know if you’ve ever eaten 8 pounds of hot wings, but I have, and the absolute fucking mess it makes of you combined with acute gastrointestinal distress means that any woman that saw you consume that amount of chicken wings will be utterly incapable of even pretending to flirt with you, but also that sex will be the thing least on your mind as the fiery talons of Satan himself forcefully shreds your asshole like an eight year old ripping open the wrapping paper of a Christmas present.
The utter uninhibited depravity of all you can eat wings night is concretely antithetical to the concept of sex, and the spectacle itself may be the strongest evidence I’ve ever encountered for the non existence of god.
I was pretty happy that we had two all-you-can-eat wings places: hooters and a local joint opened by some retired EMTs. Somehow, though, they found out about how happy everyone in the area was that there were two nights a week of all-you-can-eat, and then the local placed switched to the same night as hooters. I guess they thought that if people would bring their family to their place on the all-you-can-eat night, they’d be more steady customers on other nights. Super sad, yo. I think the hooters went out of business now, while the other place is still open.