314 N Brand Blvd
Glendale, CA 91203
verdict: it's aight
god created eve by using adam's rib. god created me by using a fried chicken bone. seriously, my love for fried things, chicken wangs in this case, is utterly disgusting. can you just picture grease running down my chin? sexy, sexy, ooohhh la la.
i had a bad case of hot wings craving and came down here for a quick dinner with a friend. we started our anti-jenny craig dinner with their traditional philly cheesesteak sandwich. the bread roll was a bit stale and the steak had no flavor. the provolone cheese that topped it was a delicious looking melty mess, but once consumed proved that good looks does nothing for you in food as well. the cheese tasted plasticky. blah! it was one useless sandwich and a waste of $7.50.
as i punch out the last letters to this review and feel my heart skip a beat in a bad way, i decided i will probably go back one day, but only for their buffalo wings if i crave some and find myself in glendale. it is hard to deny this fried side of life.