Okay...I am SO far behind on my blogging that it's not even funny. As of the writing of this post, I still have three restaurant reviews to do (if you count this one) as well as two movie reviews. That's not even counting a brief synopsis on my trip to Boston so far. I don't even have a viable excuse as to they aren't getting done since I haven't done a shoot in a minute. Well, unless you count the day gig which has now been occupying my time. So stay tuned as there's a lot I have coming up that you may (or may not) want to catch.
First up is this Pluckers place. If you're not familiar with the name, it's exactly what you think it would be with a name like that. Chicken. No clue why they couldn't have been more original. Or at the same time, why they had to choose something that was so close to having a double entendre. I can't even say the name with a straight face. But Mariah wanted to eat there having heard so many great things about it. I've been on this kick to try as many new restaurants in the area as possible so I was game.
Pluckers is yet another wing joint. Like Buffalo Wild Winds. And West Cyde Wings (that's an Ames thing). And Twin Peaks (although that's a stretch for them). And who knows how many other wing joints that are out there. That is why I wasn't too geeked about going there. Even less so when we got there and found out it was going to be 45 minutes to get a table. I understand it was a Saturday night and all, but was it really that serious? I would have thought that with all the options for restaurants that the wait wouldn't be like that. Guess I thought wrong.
Their menu wasn't a whole lot different than any other wing place I've been to. Except for one glaring omission: there was no caribbean jerk wings. I was really in the mood for those for some reason. Wait...actually, I know the reason. It was those caribbean jerk wings that AJ made for Fourth of July. Yes, I'm STILL thinking about those months later. The closest thing I could find to those were the cajun wings and the spicy ranch. Both of them paled in comparison. In fact, both of them were a rub instead of a sauce which disappointed me even more.
Mariah, on the other hand, went with a standard medium hot sauce. The waiter said their medium was probably considered hot at any other wing place. I tried it and it definitely tasted medium to me. More importantly, it was GOOD. It had just the right amount of spice and flavor so that you could still enjoy the wings without having to burn your mouth. I ended up ordering extra sauces of that sauce to put on my wings. As far as medium sauces go it was the best sauce I've ever had.
I would venture to say that Buffalo Wild Wings still has Pluckers beat when it comes to wings joints. They just have a better variety of sauces. That's what I look for when I got to a wing joint. You can have as many sauces as you want but if the selection isn't that great then it doesn't matter. Quality is always better than quantity. That being said, Pluckers' medium sauce is about as memorable as they come. It almost made that 45 minute wait worth it. Almost.