Ask any guy under 30 in the GTA about All Star Wings (and Ribs, supposedly), and you're sure to receive something along the lines of "soooooo good". Personally, I don't like wings. I've found feathers in them, they look like chickens, and they're just generally yucky. BUT the All Star fingers, available in the same (full page small font five column list of) flavours that the wings are, are absolutely scrumptious!
The service, although much friendlier since its early days, is still along the lines of "appalling". Surcharges are rampant, knowledge of anything other than the most popular wing flavours is rare, and getting malt vinegar (which they have) from a very pretty waitress is near impossible.
Don't let this scare you away. If you want to scream at a TV (or one of an entire restaurant-full) for the duration of your popular sporting event (unfortunately I have yet to see Ping Pong), you've found a new home. If there's no game, the food's amazing. And a bad date? You can't hear anything across the table anyway!
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