I love hot wings and asked the locals the best place to go ... this was not their first choice but the only one that did not have a two hour wait.
The people as a rule of all Hooters were fun and lively and that is where it ended with the ambiance. The place reeked. Not just of oil burnt one to many times but smelled like the tried to wash the place down with urinal cakes and saddle soap.
When the food came out - the chicken had remnants of feathers embedded in the skin and the flavor coating was clumped up as if they applied it to cold food - which they did not as I saw them making it. When I mentioned the quills sticking out of the skin the reply was "well you can tell it is fresh and made from real birds.":
Good sweet tea - and jovial crew are the only benefits to this place. The food as the locals say has no bearing on why so many go there.,
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