I find myself returning to this shack in the middle of a low-income section of Bonita Springs. The traffic aplenty, the homeless are always looking for a handout, and the trailer park behind the motel on Old US 41 sums up everything I've said about Bonita Springs. That is, until you step foot inside Buffalo Chips Restaurant.
Decorated with license plates from every state on the inside, Buffalo Chips is the little biker bar turned tourist trap serving some of the best chicken wings in Southwest Florida. If you can get past some of the attitudes from the servers who work here, especially during the day, and just concentrate on the wings, you'll find yourself coming back to this place over and over again.
My favorite staple at this greasy feeding trough are the 10 wings tossed in their secret-blend medium sauce. I'm almost afraid to ask what's the "secret" seeing how this place went down hard in a drug bust a few years ago. But, whatever that "secret" is, I think the local DEA officers need to come down and run lab tests because their wing sauce is addicting.
The clientele can be a little rough, but they're a friendly group of people. They are a rather unique group of socialites who welcome you into their conversations. So, if someone sitting across from you at the bar is staring you down as your face is covered in the "secret" wing sauce, they're more than likely wondering how you're enjoying the wings. Don't be afraid to smile with some chicken wing meat stuck in between your teeth and say, "Hi!" as you're wiping the liquid crack-cocaine that is their sauce from off your face and fingers.
The beer is cold and there's plenty to go around. If you're not a beer drinker, then that's your problem, their Pepsi products are cold, as well. There's karaoke on Friday nights, though, this will be the only night you don't want to hear low-income trailer trash singing "Achy Breaky Heart" in the key of "the unknown." But, if you have assimilated to the lower class way of living and find yourself reaching for white trash stardom, then this is the place for you. Pick out a song from the book, grab the microphone, and hope that Simon Cowell doesn't hear your howling from Hollywood.
Will I be back here again? Absolutely. Who knows? Maybe you'll even hear me sing some ungodly country tune off-key while holding an ice cold bottle of Bud Light in one hand, a microphone in the other, and some wing sauce smeared all over my face. And, for the tourists, welcome to Southwest Florida and welcome to Bonita Springs....home off Buffalo Chips Restaurant. :)
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