Wingporium

WHAT: Wings. Pounds upon pounds of them...ugh, should have stopped at a pound each. It was like going to McDonald's and having 8 quarter pounders...each. Flavours sampled: hot & sweet, mesquite BBQ (I'd call it no-name barbecue sauce - but whatevs), mapled glazed inferno, spicy teriyaki and suicide tornado or something. The last flavour, while impressively dripping with chili seeds was just kind of hot, not even an unqualified hot. Mike was able to gage it's heatlessness from the smell alone. The wings themselves were fine. Pete find them moist. I found them not gross-soggy. The sauce list was impressive but could have benefited from honing a top-five. I think there were some repeats or reasonable facsimiles thereof in the mix. WHEN: Tuesday, November 7th, 7:45 WHERE: Wingporium 1000 Islington Avenue, Etobicoke - not that we would suggest you go. The atmosphere was strictly sportsbar, the anonymous strip mall kind. We were underwhelmed. The music was heavy on Nickelback stuff. The clientele was so solidly male it could have been a gay bar. We knew it wasn't though because of the young pretty waitressess. Mike and Pete found them to have the heat the wings promised but did not deliver. WHO: Just us chickens. WHY: Good question. There is a lengthy backstory here but let's just say it boils down to some bad judgment on my part. It's a sports bar Amy, duh! HOW: Two cars.
Rating: YY out of a possible 5. The service was Slowwww. The value sucked. A whopping 18.00 bucks each inc. tax tip and no beer. Don't go, but you probably wouldn't thought of going in the first place.