So, I went to Buffalo Wild Wings for the first time yesterday. I did not, interestingly, go to the new one about five miles from my house. No, I went to the one a few states away while traveling on business.
First the good:
A few dozen TVs (even above the urinals)
Excellent Service (friendly, attentive, and refills just before I needed them)
The food was very good and certain lunch menu items are guaranteed to be served in 15 minutes or less or your next meal is free. They even have a timer they set on the table to keep them honest (my food was delivered in 13 minutes and 3 seconds). I had chili queso dip with chips and a wing and fry meal.
Now the bad:
No grapes. Not on plates, bunches, bowls, garnishes, anything. WTF. Grapes, or GTFO!!!
Overall rating:4.5 Grapes
Now on to the aftermath. I’m not going to blame this on the food since I was feeling a little… blah before hand. Anyway, on my journey back to the aPlateOfGrapes world HQ, I had a sudden urge to powder my nose. When you gotta go, you gotta go, so I had to pull of into one of the fine visitor centers on I95. I was greeted by an anthropomorphic hamburger patty who’s not down with hobos using public facilities as their one-stop bathhouse.
Thou shall not bathe
Hey, that’s great. Nice to know this is an actual problem. It brings to mind such pleasant imagry.
Now on to the tip… the cleanest stall in a public bathroom is usually the very first one. Why? Instincts pull you deeper into the, uh, bowels of the restroom. Think about it next time you walk into a public bathroom.
Were there any fermented grapes in bottles to satisfy your penchant for the non-climacteric fruit? Or perhaps the gelatinous form oft-used as a breakfast condiment ? Maybe even an fake errant decor item adorning a shelf or display?
If not, one questions the logic of patronizing such an establishment- good food notwithstanding……
Hmmm… I will have to stop by again to see if they indeed have the concoctions of which you speak.