Yesterday, my good friend Lisa had agreed to hang out with me. Then she found out that the Seattle Seahawks were having their first game of the season and offered to buy me lunch. Stephanie also came to watch the game. There was a T.V. at every table.
It being Wing Central, I had to pass up on the "PBJ Burger" and get the "Kung Fu Wings" instead. They were about a medium heat, which was good enough for me, and very tangy. Trying to eat these sticky wings and not get the sauce all over my phone while I took pictures was quite the feat, I'll have you know.
That's the garbage bucket.
So, we ordered "No Smoochin' Garlic fries" which were a delightful waffle fry with garlic sauce and Parmesan cheese over the top.
The waitstaff, either by virtue of being understaffed on a game day or because they didn't like us, kept forgetting about us. First they forgot the fries (which were an appetizer and thus should have been the first thing served), then they forgot my over priced beer, and it took forever to get checked out.
We left at half time to go to the bar at which Lisa's boyfriend works.
That, my friends, is delicious American heritage.
Apparently before prohibition, apples were for brewing, not for eating. I am currently dabbling in making apple cider but that's still a week away, and I wanted to drink it now. It was delicious.
My friends and I mused on how after a rhino smashed your barrel of apples you basically had to make it into cider, because they can't be kept for long after they bruise.
Long story short, Wing Central had tasty food, but was over priced and had poor service.
