To preface: it was my first time trying this place and it was ordered through DoorDash. Ordered their fried pickles, extra hot buffalo wings (sauce on the side), gridiron wings, side of fries, and salted caramel cheesecake. To say it was underwhelming would be an understatement. Considering the fried pickles were the most exciting thing about the whole meal is sad. They weren’t the best fried pickles, very little flavor and the sauce was the equivalent to a shoulder shrug, but at least they were crispy. I then moved onto their “Extra Hot” buffalo wings, which were… okay… as long as you’re going in with the expectation that the “buffalo sauce” is actually Franks Original Red Hot Sauce, which is not actually buffalo sauce and isn’t “Extra Hot.” It’s your basic hot sauce to throw on your breakfast so paying $20 for something like that when I could have just gone to my fridge and added it on myself was…lackluster. Next was the Gridiron Wings, described as being “Marinated in flavor and heat, these chicken wings are crispy-skinned from a rub of Cajun and jerk seasonings and caramelized for a tasty experience.” They definitely had jerk to them, but in the way that I was jerked over into believing that these were going to be good. Cajun and Jerk seasonings must have left and went out for smokes because the only “flavor” was salt. Now I love a suburban-white-family-special-seasoning, but when I bite into a wing with the expectation of some spicy smoky jerk chicken and instead I’m cruelly met with becoming a goat chowing down on a salt block at the local farm, I can’t help but think this has to be some kind of joke. So I moved onto the fries thinking it could help absorb the amount of saliva that has accumulated in my mouth and help ease the pain of my tongue as all the salinity eats away at my taste buds just to spit out the fry moments later. Honestly I kept getting my hopes up only to be let down again like getting back together with a bad ex. The fries tasted freezer-burned. Not to mention, it was obvious they don’t make them in shop, and I’m pretty sure I could buy fries from the grocery store, cook them with my eyes closed, and they’d still come out better than the ones they offered. But I digress. Finally, I mustered up the courage to have a slice of cheesecake as options were slim on dessert which I’m not complaining, not every place has to offer dessert. However, if we’ve noticed the theme already, I wasn’t exactly holding my breath on it. And I’m glad I wasn’t. a couple dollops of what was obviously cool whip was a surprise considering the price; and the cheesecake itself? Have you ever held a cookie in a glass of milk until it’s so soggy that it turns to grainy mush? Yeah that’s the cheesecake crust, unpleasant, bad texture, wants to be a graham cracker flavor but can’t commit. I think cheesecakes from costco have a better wrap than what Hurricane offered. It felt like it was pulled from the depths of someone’s grandparent’s basement freezer with an expiration date of 1996. Overall, not fantastic. Would I eat there again? Never.