That's nice. During the one and only time that I'll ever be in there, the iced tea tasted like dishwater. (And the wings were tiny.)
Ate there once. I ordered the Atomic Wings. I almost died. I turned bright red, was close to hallucinating and couldn’t tell what anything else tasted like for several hours. The tea was wet. That’s all that mattered.
My husband still likes to joke about taking me there if I’ll order the same wings. Evidently, I was quite amusing.
My homemade wings are made with butter and Franks and a dash of Cholula Chipolte. Hot enough for me and they aren’t lethal.