I am now completely convinced that the only reason to go to Buffalo Wild Wings is to meet friends to cheer on the Mountaineers. We have done just that five times since the start of the Big East tournament, stretching into the NCAA tourney. On one such occasion, I was too hungry to wait until after the game for a Taco Bell drive-thru meal so I took advantage of the opportunity to review yet another fish sandwich.
Here’s how the BW3 Fish Sandwich scored: Continue reading
BW3 or the way I first heard it referred to – “Buffalo Wild Wings & Weck” – I remember the first time I heard the word “Weck”, back in the early ’90s as I was stumbling down High Street in Morgantown, looking for the Hot Dog Man, I asked myself, what the hell does “Weck” mean? My room mates were of no help, as if I was ripped they were surely torn.
As you can see from my opening intro for BW3 – well I have a soft spot for it. Back then, to me, BW3 was nothing more than a bar where I could get cold beer, the food was served till past two AM, the wings were really hot, there were these great little round things like fries that they called “Buffalo Chips”, and if that didn’t satisfy you, well they had burgers too. (plus I could sit and play trivia with various other losers throughout the land)
What’s not good at 2AM? I don’t ever recall saying, “dudes, I don’t feel like drinking, let’s go to BW3, and get something to eat.” (course I probably never said “I don’t feel like drinking”, but that’s another story).
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