Buffalo Wild Wings — Restaurant in Brentwood

Ah, Buffalo Wild Wings—the oasis of sauce-smeared bliss where we could temporarily escape the chaos of parenthood and pretend we were a carefree couple again. With the kids safely at home, we entered like spies on a top-secret mission: Operation “Get Sauced and Pretend We’re Fun.”

The moment we plopped down in the booth, we exchanged the “let’s act like adults” nod. First up? Drinks! There’s something liberating about ordering a giant margarita that makes all your parenting woes temporarily evaporate. I mean, who needs to worry about scheduled bedtime when you’re living large on the edge of happy hour?

As we scrolled through the menu, deliberating over wing flavors, the thrill of freedom set in. “Should we go with Mango Habanero or Medium?” I asked, feeling dangerously adventurous. The only thing spicier than our wings that night was the heat of our inner single selves coming back to life! The streaks of sauce dribbled down our fingers as we devoured the wings, both of us fully committed to making the messiest of memories.

And let’s talk about the ambiance—each table buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the occasional shouts of “Go team!” It felt like we were part of a raucous fraternity dedicated to poor life choices and incredible flavor. And the best part? No one was tugging at our sleeves asking for snacks or bathroom breaks!

Mid-meal, we locked eyes, and for a blissful moment, we weren’t parents; we were two singles on a date, trying to remember how to flirt over a shared plate of wings. Our conversation flowed from nervous laughter to “Remember when we used to stay out late?” It was a nostalgic trip down memory lane, topped off with beer and the realization that, yes, we were still kind of fun under all the parenting duties!

As the evening wound down, we begrudgingly returned to reality. We gathered our leftovers like precious treasures to share with the kids—because real parenting never stops, even when you’re trying to escape it. At least we had a night of wings, laughs, and the fleeting sensation of being irresponsible adults.

In conclusion, Buffalo Wild Wings is the perfect place to reconnect, devour copious amounts of wings, and momentarily forget about reality. If you need a break from the kiddos (even if just for a few hours), grab your partner, hit this wing haven, and relive those “single days”—one saucy...

So many issues with this place. We were here on a Saturday afternoon, the place had 2 other tables that's it. Our waitress took longer to get 3 sodas and a beer than it did for the manager to bring our appetizers. She then brought the drinks out one at a time, having to ask us to remind her everytime what drink we each wanted. We ordered a Cobb salad that looked like someone threw a bag of lettuce, two slices of tomatoes, a wrinkled hard boiled egg that they cut in half and slap on the side and the smallest bit of dried out shredded chicken on top. No dressing, we even had to ask for silverware. After asking for both, our waitress sarcastically said ya I'm getting it. Then proceeded to clean off two empty tables instead. When we mentioned it the waitress just got defensive and said "well I don't make the food so I don't know what to tell you". And according to the manager, that's just what the presentation is. I had the black bean burger which looked microwaved with a Kraft single on top. The onions on it were just the onion skin not an actual slice of onion. And a huge blob of mustard in the middle. We then got to witness our waitress talk about us while she was with some other staff as they all awkwardly stared at our table when we tried to send the salad back. The manager didn't comp a single meal so we paid over $100 for food worse than fast food. I wouldn't even return for...

07/12/2024 730pm I went in with my disabled spouse. Location was slow. We were immediately sat at a table, then 17 minutes later after being passed by 2 female and one male waiter/waitress with not even eye contact or a smile being shared. I went to the front and asked the hostess to allow me to order with her. She declined because it was not a to go order. She then went to get us a waitress... who she stated would be Jessica (blonde with braids) and that waitress looked over and shook her head NO and then hostess spoke to another long-blonde haired young man, who again ignored us. After a 24-minute wait we finally got a newly arrived waitress "Jenessa" who was a delight to work with. Our food came out fast and was delicious we tipped her over 55% for her hospitality. I want to make this post because I feel like the BWW facility as a whole should be ashamed of themselves for the lack of customer service and hospitality the wait staff showed at this location. I was a waitress for over 10 years through high school and college and am appalled at the way my spouse and I were treated. -Disabilities are not contagious and people should not be treated any differently. Any staff member could have even just offered water while we waited for them to figure out who was going to serve us. -SMDH disappointed...