Wing House Bracebridge — Restaurant in District Municipality of Muskoka

I called the Wing House in Bracebridge to set up a little work gathering. I'd driven past the place, but never been. I didn't have much hope as the place looked pretty small and I was trying to pack ten sweaty labourers into a single building. I voiced my concerns to the woman on the phone and she assured me that it wouldn't be a problem.

When we arrived I was a little disheartened as the place was already packed. That was until we were led upstairs to a SECRET PARTY LAIR full of like fifty televisions and a super-table with one of those extra comfy wrap-around padded benches. Our poor waiter watched as this loud pile of hooting gorillas took their seats and began pawing hungrily through the menus as if pretending they could actually read. Despite my brood of manchildren watching him and wondering if he was edible, the guy really stepped up and handled the situation like a pro. Somehow he was able to make sense of the barking and hand-flailing and, not even a minute later, we were all pacified with beer in hand.

We got the MEGA DEAL. Note: if the mega deal no longer exists, it's our fault and I apologize. I promise you they lost money on this deal. I thought the deal only came with twenty pounds of wings. No, no. It came with onion rings, salads and french fries. And can we talk about the french fries for a moment? I don't know what these people are trying to pull being a wing place and having the best fries I've ever tasted. Big thick honkers cooked to crispy perfection and some crazy magical spice that makes you forget about all your problems, even your wife and kids leavin—... all your problems.

Maybe it was the tribal ritualistic bellowing and calls for a blood sacrifice coming from my crew, but the wings arrived insanely quick. I kept looking for the entrance to the secret underground compound that was managing all this food. How do they make it all happen in such a small building? This was enough food to satisfy a small army just popping out onto the table in no time flat. The place was packed! How do they do it?

Some people complain when a menu has too many options. Let me tell you why this place maintains its ONE HUNDRED FIFTY flavours. Because they're playing the long game. These wings, it turns out, are the meaning of life and the happiness they bring are the key to longevity. So when you're two-hundred years old and still coming to the wing house every friday, there's still like five flavours you haven't tried. We picked eight totally random flavours. All of them, BANGERS!

Check this place out. Staff are awesome and the bathrooms are clean (like, spooky clean. Like, are they doing discount surgery in there during down time? Never seen a bar bathroom this clean). Give your waiter/waitress an extra big tip for me, the one I gave wasn't enough to cover the hellscape we...

When you spend an entire hour waiting for a pound of chicken wings you have a lot of time to count things. Wing house has 24 tvs and, when we visited, 6 staff and 11 customers. We were served our beverages and had our order taken within minutes of entering, which is great. We were then ignored for over an hour despite sitting directly beside the bar. When we enquired about a second round of drinks (one beer and a soda) we were assured they were on the way immediately. 15 minutes later when we enquired again we were asked what those beverages might be and what food we had ordered well over an hour previously (2 pounds of wings) then presented with the bill. I suggested of course that we should perhaps get our food before we worried about our bill. Only 15 minutes later our wings arrived. The order was wrong of course (I have a gluten thing, they were flour dusted) but they looked very tasty. Our server, when she quality checked the table assured assured us the untouched wings would be removed from our bill. It wasn't (of course) but we were presented with a $20 gift certificate in lieu with a bewildering request to review the establishment on Google. So this is that, I guess? My wife and I were really only there to enjoy each other's company and to that end bad service is actually more fun than competence, so we're not mad and none of this is out of spite but rather heart felt, genuine bemusement. I wish them luck, everyone seemed genuinely friendly and I wish them nothing...

We went in and were told they would be a few minutes to seat us. Several people came in after us and were waiting. We were told there was a table about to open for us and a while later were told that that table wasn't available for us and that they didn't have any tables and had no idea when one would open. We went and sat at the bar and two staff members were talking right in front of us about how the two people that came in behind us went and took a table without waiting. We asked why they let that happen when we were there first and no longer had a table and the staff played dumb and literally said to us that they had no idea what was going on. We walked out. This is ridiculous. Especially when we wasted time standing there waiting for a table that was promised to us, only to be told that there wasn't one anymore and no eta. I get it if you're busy, but the staff could've handled that situation so much better. Letting other people do whatever they want and then turning away the people who were waiting patiently is not the way to run a business. So disappointed. I guess the only way to get a table here is to just take one because the staff have no idea what's...