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Caleb Bernal
Aug 7, 2026
Okay, confession: I’m normally a Buffalo Wild Wings person. I’ve somehow gone this long without ever trying Wingstop, so this was my first time. I walked in loyal to B-Dubs and walked out questioning every decision I’ve made involving chicken for the last 20 years.
First of all, Jose was awesome. Super friendly, helpful, patient with a first-timer, and just genuinely great customer service. The store was also really clean, which I appreciate because nothing ruins an appetite faster than wondering whether the floor is developing its own ecosystem.
Then the wings showed up.
Dear God.
I ordered Cajun and Garlic Parmesan and apparently these chickens trained their entire lives for this exact moment. They technically had wings, but absolutely none of them were flying away from me. They flew directly into my mouth like they had received coordinates from air traffic control.
One minute I had a respectable pile of wings. The next minute I was sitting there surrounded by bones looking like investigators were about to arrive and ask me where I was between the hours of 8:00 and 8:12.
“No idea, officer. Ask the Garlic Parmesan.”
The Cajun wings were fantastic, the Garlic Parmesan had me reconsidering my long-term relationship with Buffalo Wild Wings, and somewhere around wing number six I realized I may have accidentally joined a new religion.
Jose kept everything running smoothly, had a great attitude, and made my first Wingstop experience legitimately awesome. Great service, clean store, delicious food, and now I understand why people are obsessed with this place.
I came in as a Buffalo Wild Wings guy.
I left as a man with sauce on his fingers, garlic parmesan in his bloodstream, and absolutely no loyalty whatsoever.
10/10. Give Jose a raise.
And somebody please keep me away from the wings. I clearly cannot be trusted. 😂🍗🔥