Buffalo Wild Wings. I know this is a chain, and it's not that exciting or unique to Ithaca. But I've never been to one, and for Ithaca getting any chain franchise is a BIG DEAL. We only got Target in 2006.
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| Just looking at this meal makes you fat. |
The overall experience of Buffalo Wild Wings was excessive. Too many TVs, too much deep frying. The only thing they didn’t have enough of was waiters—one poor guy who looked like he was about to collapse was waiting on the entire restaurant, while 3 or 4 bartenders stood around watching March Madness. I assume the bar experience of BWW is more reasonable, since you’re not trying to fill up on chicken nuggets and mozzarella sticks, and you don’t have to wait for the one waiter to get to you. And presumably if you’re a sports fan, you’re pretty excited about all the televisions.
They have more flavors of wing sauce than they do televisions, which seems impressive until you taste them (sauces, not televisions). Turns out mild and hot aren’t actually different flavors—my roommate Jennine burned her tongue on the mild and I was unimpressed with the hotness of hot. But the Caribbean jerk was at least an interesting combo of sweet, spicy and tangy. Delish, but I think I’d rather have a cup of the sauce than the breaded fried nuggets it came slathered onto. They could have fried my dog’s dental bones and I probably wouldn’t have known the difference.
So, go there to drink cheap beer, watch 47 different sports games at the same time, and snack on wings with even more choices of sauce than that. Just be prepared to leave feeling ten pounds heavier—and with a nice 25 minute drive back up Rt. 13 to get home.
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