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(UPI)   "Fresh, never frozen since 69. Trying to cop that mixtape, better get in line. Grabbed a couple wings now you're trying to fly. But nothing gets 'em dipping like a Frosty and fry"   ( upi.com) divider line
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2017-10-06 10:48:44 AM  
Whoever wins, we lose pork out.
 
2017-10-06 11:17:50 AM  
I will eat damn near anything without complaint. I grew up in a household where meals were basically optional, and even those that were provided tended toward the "throw a can of cream of mushroom soup into rice and maybe ground beef and heat" food groups. Beyond that, we sometimes had peanut butter. Sometimes.

When you spend your formative years scrabbling to eat whatever you can find, occasionally raiding friends' pantries on the sly for something portable, you tend to develop a palate that will accommodate an exceptionally broad range of tastes and textures. It's "beggars can't be choosers" as a lifestyle, and it will permeate your entire sense of self. Food, clothes, entertainment, even occupation -- you take whatever you can reasonably get, with a big smile, because next week you might have nothing.

With all that as a preamble, I can say without qualification or reservation that WingStop is far and away the most vile, useless restaurant I have ever visited. Flavorless chicken bits served atop a puddle of equally flavorless grease-sauce, and it takes twenty f*cking minutes to fill an order.

How in the name of all that is holy does a place that sells buffalo wings as its signature product manage to f*ck it up? It's a singularly simple dish -- fried chicken wings, toss in sauce, serve. They can't even get "toss in sauce" right -- literally stacking uncoated chicken onto a puddle of sauce at the bottom of a basket. And the sauce itself is... it's oil. And maybe red food coloring? Not a hint of heat, or even f*cking vinegar. None.

I went once, figured that the experience must have been some kind of outlier, like the kitchen was just having a bad day, then went back a few weeks later, and found it absolutely identical. I'm not going a third time. Lunch shouldn't piss you off.
 
2017-10-06 12:01:10 PM  

BKITU: I will eat damn near anything without complaint. I grew up in a household where meals were basically optional, and even those that were provided tended toward the "throw a can of cream of mushroom soup into rice and maybe ground beef and heat" food groups. Beyond that, we sometimes had peanut butter. Sometimes.

When you spend your formative years scrabbling to eat whatever you can find, occasionally raiding friends' pantries on the sly for something portable, you tend to develop a palate that will accommodate an exceptionally broad range of tastes and textures. It's "beggars can't be choosers" as a lifestyle, and it will permeate your entire sense of self. Food, clothes, entertainment, even occupation -- you take whatever you can reasonably get, with a big smile, because next week you might have nothing.

With all that as a preamble, I can say without qualification or reservation that WingStop is far and away the most vile, useless restaurant I have ever visited. Flavorless chicken bits served atop a puddle of equally flavorless grease-sauce, and it takes twenty f*cking minutes to fill an order.

How in the name of all that is holy does a place that sells buffalo wings as its signature product manage to f*ck it up? It's a singularly simple dish -- fried chicken wings, toss in sauce, serve. They can't even get "toss in sauce" right -- literally stacking uncoated chicken onto a puddle of sauce at the bottom of a basket. And the sauce itself is... it's oil. And maybe red food coloring? Not a hint of heat, or even f*cking vinegar. None.

I went once, figured that the experience must have been some kind of outlier, like the kitchen was just having a bad day, then went back a few weeks later, and found it absolutely identical. I'm not going a third time. Lunch shouldn't piss you off.


Stop beating around the bush - how do you really feel?
 
2017-10-06 12:19:32 PM  
There once was a joint called Wingstop
Whose last Q was an embarrassing flop
Wendy's said "Let's rap battle
On Twitter and that'll
Help folks forget that we both still sling slop."
 
2017-10-06 01:11:23 PM  

BKITU: I will eat damn near anything without complaint. I grew up in a household where meals were basically optional, and even those that were provided tended toward the "throw a can of cream of mushroom soup into rice and maybe ground beef and heat" food groups. Beyond that, we sometimes had peanut butter. Sometimes.

When you spend your formative years scrabbling to eat whatever you can find, occasionally raiding friends' pantries on the sly for something portable, you tend to develop a palate that will accommodate an exceptionally broad range of tastes and textures. It's "beggars can't be choosers" as a lifestyle, and it will permeate your entire sense of self. Food, clothes, entertainment, even occupation -- you take whatever you can reasonably get, with a big smile, because next week you might have nothing.

With all that as a preamble, I can say without qualification or reservation that WingStop is far and away the most vile, useless restaurant I have ever visited. Flavorless chicken bits served atop a puddle of equally flavorless grease-sauce, and it takes twenty f*cking minutes to fill an order.

How in the name of all that is holy does a place that sells buffalo wings as its signature product manage to f*ck it up? It's a singularly simple dish -- fried chicken wings, toss in sauce, serve. They can't even get "toss in sauce" right -- literally stacking uncoated chicken onto a puddle of sauce at the bottom of a basket. And the sauce itself is... it's oil. And maybe red food coloring? Not a hint of heat, or even f*cking vinegar. None.

I went once, figured that the experience must have been some kind of outlier, like the kitchen was just having a bad day, then went back a few weeks later, and found it absolutely identical. I'm not going a third time. Lunch shouldn't piss you off.


It's a close tie to that abomination called Buffalo Wild Wings. Their sauces are made from low grade toxic waste, the "chicken" is from road kill pigeon, televisions are blasting every sport imaginable at a volume comparable to a shuttle launch and the clientele were kicked out of a Brad Paisley concert for not being classy enough.
 
2017-10-06 03:14:52 PM  

BKITU: I will eat damn near anything without complaint. I grew up in a household where meals were basically optional, and even those that were provided tended toward the "throw a can of cream of mushroom soup into rice and maybe ground beef and heat" food groups. Beyond that, we sometimes had peanut butter. Sometimes.

When you spend your formative years scrabbling to eat whatever you can find, occasionally raiding friends' pantries on the sly for something portable, you tend to develop a palate that will accommodate an exceptionally broad range of tastes and textures. It's "beggars can't be choosers" as a lifestyle, and it will permeate your entire sense of self. Food, clothes, entertainment, even occupation -- you take whatever you can reasonably get, with a big smile, because next week you might have nothing.

With all that as a preamble, I can say without qualification or reservation that WingStop is far and away the most vile, useless restaurant I have ever visited. Flavorless chicken bits served atop a puddle of equally flavorless grease-sauce, and it takes twenty f*cking minutes to fill an order.

How in the name of all that is holy does a place that sells buffalo wings as its signature product manage to f*ck it up? It's a singularly simple dish -- fried chicken wings, toss in sauce, serve. They can't even get "toss in sauce" right -- literally stacking uncoated chicken onto a puddle of sauce at the bottom of a basket. And the sauce itself is... it's oil. And maybe red food coloring? Not a hint of heat, or even f*cking vinegar. None.

I went once, figured that the experience must have been some kind of outlier, like the kitchen was just having a bad day, then went back a few weeks later, and found it absolutely identical. I'm not going a third time. Lunch shouldn't piss you off.


You must have a shiat franchise. Wingstop near my house is awesome.
 
2017-10-06 03:31:38 PM  
I'd love to be able to get wings somewhere without being visually/aurally assaulted by sports.
 
2017-10-06 03:51:25 PM  
Wendy's Twitter team owns everyone, don't step to them. Whoever wrote those bars should get a free Wendy's logo gold piece and chain.
 
2017-10-06 06:50:47 PM  

Slypork: BKITU: I will eat damn near anything without complaint. I grew up in a household where meals were basically optional, and even those that were provided tended toward the "throw a can of cream of mushroom soup into rice and maybe ground beef and heat" food groups. Beyond that, we sometimes had peanut butter. Sometimes.

When you spend your formative years scrabbling to eat whatever you can find, occasionally raiding friends' pantries on the sly for something portable, you tend to develop a palate that will accommodate an exceptionally broad range of tastes and textures. It's "beggars can't be choosers" as a lifestyle, and it will permeate your entire sense of self. Food, clothes, entertainment, even occupation -- you take whatever you can reasonably get, with a big smile, because next week you might have nothing.

With all that as a preamble, I can say without qualification or reservation that WingStop is far and away the most vile, useless restaurant I have ever visited. Flavorless chicken bits served atop a puddle of equally flavorless grease-sauce, and it takes twenty f*cking minutes to fill an order.

How in the name of all that is holy does a place that sells buffalo wings as its signature product manage to f*ck it up? It's a singularly simple dish -- fried chicken wings, toss in sauce, serve. They can't even get "toss in sauce" right -- literally stacking uncoated chicken onto a puddle of sauce at the bottom of a basket. And the sauce itself is... it's oil. And maybe red food coloring? Not a hint of heat, or even f*cking vinegar. None.

I went once, figured that the experience must have been some kind of outlier, like the kitchen was just having a bad day, then went back a few weeks later, and found it absolutely identical. I'm not going a third time. Lunch shouldn't piss you off.

It's a close tie to that abomination called Buffalo Wild Wings. Their sauces are made from low grade toxic waste, the "chicken" is from road kill pigeon, televisions are blasting every sport imaginable at a volume comparable to a shuttle launch and the clientele were kicked out of a Brad Paisley concert for not being classy enough.


Gordon, is that you?

/hates Wingslop
//loves ButtfatloadWildWangs
///and Wendy's
 
2017-10-07 09:46:23 PM  
Fries dipped in a Frosty is one of the things I still hate myself for enjoying it is simply wrong on multiple levels. But, like that heartbreak in high heels I went back to too often, I'm intelligent enough to know my weaknesses, I'm just not wise enough to control them.
 
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