Ask these guys. I say ""guys"" because I went for a game a few weeks ago and their staff carries more sausage than a waitress at Oktoberfest.\r
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I'm all for equal rights. Guys as waitresses, secretaries, stewardesses, you name it. But if you're going to venture into that foray of genderbending career moves - at least do your job right. Especially if you've got more tattoos than a roadie at Ozzfest. But I digress.\r
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Our party ordered four different kinds of wings. Each were cold and horrible in their own unique ways. The beer was flat and took forever to get to our table. The music piping loudly over every conversation is like there was some gay satellite radio lost in the late 1990s but it is still sending out a beacon to Buffalo Wild Wings and the Bailey's on Two Mile Parkway.\r
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I was lucky. I asked for my check and after 15 minutes I got it. I had exact change. I booked.\r
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My friends? They weren't so lucky. I was already getting new shrimp, wings, and other things delivered to the table at the Goodlettsville H**ters before the rest of the party caught up. That's how the slow the service was.\r
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Never again, BWW.
Pros: Nearby road to escape to a better restaurant
Cons: Cons? No...they looked more like ex-cons.
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