You know what I love? Jalapeno poppers. The gooey cream cheese, the spicy pepper and fried-goodness of it all. If a sports bar offers poppers I'm there. Another prerequisite for a sports bar is an outdoor smoking section. My friends and I watch football every Sunday, and if you offer us a smoking section we'll plant our asses down at your establishment for a few hours, eating your food and drinking your beer while you take our money.
That's why I'm boggled at the business model of Buffalo Wild Wings that offers neither. Now this isn't a blog purely on Buffalo Wild Wings, our faithful (and inebriated) "Go Inside" writer Paul Hiebing filled you in on the restaurant quite well this week. This is purely a rant because I'm hungry (it's lunchtime) and I was pissed last Sunday when my popper, smokin'-lovin' self went to the Oviedo location where there was a table for the help to smoke (on the side of the building) and nothing for the customers. That's fine they don't want us, I don't want them. And, as you probably guessed they had no poppers so we left before we even took a seat.
Where did we go you're wondering? We drove over to Froggers on Alafaya Trail, that place knows how to treat ALL customers. Not only did they have jalapeno poppers but a big honkin' tent out in the front of the store, complete with a wide screen TV. Now you had to hit the TV every once in a while to get sound out of it, but they let us smoke while we hit it. Now that's service.
Okay, enough with this nonsense, I'm going to have lunch now.
December 07, 2006 10:48 AM |
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