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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Hooters Rennovates since December!!?? What??? It was just the other day I had a client in my office asking me if Hooters in Charleston was closed. I said I’ve heard nothing. I even went out on a limb to say I wrote for the greatest food blog situated along the Kanawha River and that our sources said nothing… So much for you Twitterific folks.
So over the weekend I was listening to the radio and sure enough they said they are getting ready for their Grand “ReOpening”. My how did this great Food Blog miss the boat on this? Too busy worrying about goose livers and the merits of eating at Chains I guess so this Earth Shattering news fell through the cracks.
So even though you don’t want it I’m going to give it to you anyway. My Opinion. Keep in mind it is simply my Opinion. My Opinion, thoughts, hints, allegations, and things better left unsaid, do not represent the views and opinions of the full staff of Fork You. They are simply mine.. so sit down and prepare to be offended (or bored or both).
This restaurant is CLOSED
We arrived at 1:30 so there were only two other customers besides ourselves having wings on this cold blistery day.
Before coming here, we had heard “horror” stories about this place… I’ve had three former co-workers tell me this place sucks.. One had even clamed it made him sick for a week. We had heard that the owners yelled at the employees… the list just goes on and on.
So coming back from Wally World run… we decided to check it out. I figured at least get a cold beer and a few wings..
Well the place was neat, it had a few video games, but no alcohol. How the hell do you serve wings with no alcohol? For that matter “Why”??
Ok, well today for lunch a couple co-workers took me out for one final bitch session. You see I’m switching jobs… moving closer to the Capitol Complex… (I know, that scares a lot of the area’s eating establishments especially that one that shall not be named).
So I was advised to take off the afternoon and sit back and relax as I wasn’t paying for anything.
First we wanted to go to the Power Alley Grill (yep, I told Susan this story, so that’s why she did some actual journalism the other day and found out what the true story was)… But they were closed (as you know now).
I suggested Quaker Steak, I haven’t eaten there in a long while, they have wings, and what goes better with wings than beer? (even celery and blue cheese doesn’t come close).
Susan and The Blue Guy
Tailgating is not a restaurant, therefore this is not a review. Instead, this is a true account of a great American tradition.
A tailgate party is a social event held on and around the open tailgate of a vehicle. Tailgating often involves consuming alcoholic beverages and grilling food. Tailgate parties usually occur in the parking lots at stadiums and arenas before, and occasionally after or during, sporting events and rock concerts. People attending such a party are said to be tailgating.
I attended the University of Charleston back in the day when they didn’t have a football team, much less partying at the professional level like those who attended WVU. I proudly toted my black olive tapenade and marinated shrimp in a Longaberger basket to my very first WVU tailgate with Ron. Boy have I learned a lot since then…