American Wings

I ate at American Wings because I only had about 15 minutes between other errands and my hair appointment in the same shopping center. I was way too hungry to wait until after my hair appointment, and there wasn’t much else that I could find nearby.
The man who took my order (and appeared to be the only person working in the store) wouldn’t give me a cup of water. I had to BUY bottled water. I wouldn’t mind if this was some sort of fancy restaurant, but at a strip mall wing joint I sort of expect to be able to have a tiny plastic cup of lukewarm tapwater. Apparently this is not possible at American Wings.
I will say that the guy was pretty nice. And he tried to save me money on my drink by selling me a combo. I would have probably been more forgiving about the bottled water thing except that when I got my wings, they just weren’t that great. They were tiny, shriveled little things. The sauce was okay, but not awesome.
It’s not like I was expecting a party in my mouth. I was expecting some mediocre wings so I wouldn’t get hungry enough to gnaw my own arm off while I got my hair done. And that’s exactly what I got.