Buffalo Wild Wings — Restaurant in Tucson

Well as we all know, football season is back & it’s the healthiest way to divide an already divided nation in tumulteous times. It’s tribe vs tribe and there’s sweat and blood to be spilt and money to be made. It’s political season as well meaning we can watch TV and yell at lying, out of shape millionaires in suits and yell at sweaty, in shape millionaires in tights all in the same day. It’s a wonderful age we live in. That being said, Sundays are a holy day where one can gorge themselves silly on carbs and forget all of their troubles by focusing on their pigskin of destiny. Myself, i’m enjoying this new season of FB but ALSO a new season of myself. Part of that is increasing my own confidence and being more outgoing. Throwing myself in the Lions den. Not the Detroit Lions den because they’re NFC north rivals and I hate them, but you get my point.

So I figured the best time to get maximum exposure to people at their most vulnerable, their most primal, their most honest, their most raw and their most dimensional would be during Sunday football hours at Buffalo Wild Wings. Well, I did see a commercial with Jason Kelce drunkenly talking to a large buffalo and that was mostly the reason I came in. Those Kelce brothers. Corporate America gold, those boys. They won this round.

So to make things more challenging, I decided to come in as not a football fan, but someone on the absolute opposite side of the spectrum. A nerdy, pretentious bookworm who chose the absolute worst time to sit at the bar to enjoy a beer and some literature. Who also secretly wanted to keep tabs on his team, the Packers as they faced off against the Titans. I would likely draw disgust and ire from middle aged dad bods in jerseys, flip flops & backwards hats as I scooted up next to their group at the bar firmly grasping a copy of a Hemingway book. And boy oh boy was I right. But this was a social experiment to see if I could hold my ground and find confidence within.

As I found an open spot at the bar, I avoided eye contact with them but could feel the heated gazes between the ref’s whistle blow. I gave a loud “ahem” & inched my glasses up my nose just pretending to concentrate on the pages while internally going crazy because Malik Willis tucked the ball & ran in for a 5-yard TD to put the Packers up 7-0 in the 1st quarter. I heard a few of them boo and yell at the big screen in front of us, some wearing Titans jerseys and others just drunk as hell. I couldn’t buckle. The bartender came over during commercial and I closed my book and lowered my nerdy glasses down while ordering “the finest hefewiezen you have and a dozen of the garlic parmesan wings. I don’t wanna sauce up the pages” & then looked over to my right where a guy with a bewildered aura complimented his neckbeard, a belly drooping out of his aqua blue jersey much like an underboob onto his cargo shorts, bloodshot eyes and honey bbq sauce smeared around his mouth like he went down on Sweet Baby Ray himself was just staring. “Whatcha readin?” I smirked & said “The Sun Also Rises” by Ernest Hemingway” “You know what also rises?” he asked while making a whistle noise and using his finger as a surrogate phallic wonder in front of his crotchal area. He then laughed like a weasel in heat and his similarily unsightly friend slammed another glass of beer in front of him. “Yeah it has a lot to do with male insecurities and trying to define oneself in a lost generation using escapist hedonism in order to avoid meaningful introspection”

“Yeah I don’t know what you just said (F WORD) let’s just watch some football”. He then burped and the game played on while he and his stupid buddies cheered. I couldn’t do the charage any longer & took off the fake glasses, slammed 3 more beers and ordered a half dozen Carribean Jerk before going full screaming gorilla mode as the game went into half time, Packers leading 20-7. I pounded my chest w/ dishoveled hair & they all looked at me scared before I went to poop and order an Uber home to watch the rest of the game in peace. Thanks Jason...

What used to be a go to, is now on pause.

02/10/2022; 4pm-9pm Bartender attempted to scam me.

Arrived approximately 4pm; sat at the bar, it appeared the evening bartender just came in, as the previous was cashing out.

I just came in to have a couple beers, and watch some basketball . I ordered “Wild Herd” and a water as it is their $3.00 beer and actually one I prefer regularly, regardless of value.

I did not order food upon arrival. Despite being busy at times, the female bartender (whose name I don’t know) seemed to be attentive, and fulfilled my beer and water, sometimes even without asking, which I love!

However; approximately 9pm, the strangest thing happened. After about 30 minutes since my last beer, I had requested a food order. She had submitted the order. And then I say, “I’ve ordered food, can I have another beer?” She nodded affirmatively, and brings me a Bud Light.

I don’t order Bud Light. Of all major domestic lights, it’s my last choice …and noticed instantly that it wasn’t the beer I had been drinking throughout the evening simply by looking at it. She looked confused, and states that she has been ringing me for Bud Lights ($4.00? Maybe more) my entire visit. I assured her that I don’t drink Bud Light, and I haven’t been drinking them. She disputes this.

To my disadvantage, I had 7 “tall” beers over this approximate 4 hour period... However, I am a large man, 43 years old, and know my limits on domestic lite beers. I asked to speak to a manager, merely on principle.

To his credit, he had his servers support to which I understand during these difficult staffing times but really didn’t listen to what I had to say. He did charge me for the beer I drank, Wild Herd. (7 beers @ $3.00 each). I paid $21 cash, and walked out. I’ve never not tipped before, but I am confident that my bartender was attempting to take advantage of me.

In my opinion, the server/bartender was attempting to build a tab because she thought I was intoxicated or wouldn’t notice. I’m an adult, and called it out...

My husband and I always order pick up now having a newborn baby, but we have noticed the quality of service is nonexistent. We have had food that was cold or tasted like it was made the morning of, the staff is not friendly, or our order isn’t ready when expected but what has finally pushed me to leave a review is my own personal encounter with one of their managers. While waiting in the car with our baby, my husband comes in upset saying our order was lost after waiting 17 minutes after expected pickup. His name was asked 5 different times by 4 different people, his phone was checked by a manager to see the order and showed when his Apple Pay was processed, they resorted to blaming the system. I was upset with how the situation was handled so I got down to speak to a manager whose name tag said Matt. When I explained what happened, he went to the female manager that spoke to my husband and came back to tell me there was a glitch in the system. when explaining that has never happened or my husband has always ordered through his app so his name is linked to his rewards account, Matt responds with, “well you have your food now.” Which wasn’t the point of the conversation. I wanted him to understand how time was wasted by not only an order being lost whether was human or technology error, the continuous questioning of the name the order was place under, the manager getting my husbands phone to find the order placed through the app, the showing of our bank transaction and what time it was completed, that was not evidence enough for the order to just be remade, my husband still had to wait for 3 more people to come up to him and ask what his order was or what was his name was, which resulted to wasting of our time. We have never been treated in such a manner where I personally felt like idiot walking out of their...