The first thing I want to discuss is this: I know where the “Wings”portion of the name of “Buffalo Browns Wings & Things” comes from. I get that.
But after seeing how immense of a dive this place is, I’m still slight wary that whatever the “Things” in the name are, I could have taken them home with me if I’d have sat down on a toilet seat there. I really don’t want to ask questions as to what the “Things” specifically are, I’m just glad I’m not one of those people that needs a restaurant to be immaculate.
I honestly don’t even need a place to be clean. I don’t even need it to be “sanitary”, per se, because I grew up in the ghetto and I’ll be damned if I didn’t ingest far worse by matter of consequence as a child. Roaches are my friends, dirt never hurt, and kill whitey…that was our motto. And really, thank Jeebus I don’t care because Buffalo Brown’s was the opposite of swank. I mean, there was a pool table in the back that looked like it was there more for storage than to actually be played, and the hand dryer in the bathroom had an actual external cord and was plugged into a wall outlet.