1 /5 H I: Wing Kings? Don’t flatter yourselves. You’re not kings, you’re court jesters with no talent. Those wings were dryer than a rat on a BBQ — an actual crime against chicken. Whoever thought “just slap chili on it” counts as flavour clearly has no taste buds left. I like heat, but this was just lazy and sad.
The mac and cheese? Calling it “food” is generous. Felt like chewing through a rubber tyre dipped in regret. And yeah, I know ordering nachos for delivery was dumb on my part — they arrived like a soggy diaper, which I expected — but even then, you couldn’t manage to put flavour into it. Dead on arrival.
Honestly, rename the place Mud Pie Palace and start fresh, because whatever this was… it wasn’t food and it definitely wasn’t royalty.