Wingstop

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• TO

  Tanajia O’conner

  Jul 17, 2026
  1.0
  I bite into two pieces of my boneless wings and it was raw very disgusting and disappointed.
• HM

  Heather Minerich

  Jun 23, 2026
  5.0
  No line waiting to order, we arrived about 130 pm on Tuesday afternoon. Excellent customer service, he explained the menu a bit and how things worked, then gave us time to look at the menu before ordering. The wait time was a little long, but was expected as the food was hot and fresh!! Table service was great as well! There is an electronic board on the wall to track where your order is at in the making process! Was very helpful with a tsble of six and three separate orders. Clean restrooms. Fountain drink selection was great, also sweet and unsweetened iced tea options. There was also a table that fit our party of six.
• LS

  Lena Speights

  Jun 12, 2026
  1.0
  by far worst wingstop. food is always cold, dry and never enough seasoning and both my orders had missing wings and gave me water when i payed for drinks.
• DN

  David N

  Jun 6, 2026
  2.0
  This joint needs to retrain their cooks on seasoning food. The wings have been overseasoned. I literally have to use paper towel to wipe extra seasonings. Someone there has a heavy hand or seasonings shaker is loose
• HV

  Henry Veeck

  May 31, 2026
  5.0
  It was a dreary Sunday night. For days, I had been consumed with a desire for chicken wings. My first thought when I woke up in the morning: chicken wings. You can imagine my excitement as I finally saw the glowing neon green sign of the wingstop. Buffalo wild wings was right across the street, staring down it's rival like they were in the ring together. Although tempting, the promise of wing stop's quick service called my name: I needed those wings NOW. I approached the counter, I was shocked when I got a half dozen wings for 6 dollars. This wasn't Joe Biden's America! I got upsold on the Bleu cheese, but that might come into play later... Across the street at BWWs they may have had the NBA finals on one of the 20 tvs, but here, at the Maplewood wingstop, I enjoyed quality programming: the national foosball championship. After barely three minutes of gripping sportsmanship, my wings arrived (record time!) in their glistening, orange glory. My mouth salivated. My fingers twitched. My eyes filled with grateful tears. But something was off... My eyes widened as I counted: 1... 2...3...4...5...6...7. - that could not be right... So I counted again: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7. Unbelievable. What had fate in store for me that evening! I don't know if I had God's blessing or wingstops blessing, but one thing was sure: I was blest. As the seven wings glistened before me, there was only one thing to do, and so, wihh shaking hands, I reached for a wing. My teeth dug into its juicy, spicy, flesh. The ecstasy. As a tear rolled down my cheek, and the flavors danced across my tongue, my taste buds leapt for joy. However, in the drama behind my lips, tension was building... The brawny, pungent, buffalo sensation - the heat - was seemingly unstoppable. But then I remembered! The expensive Bleu cheese! Yes! Oh what a remedy. I dunked the next flat into the chunky, stinky sauce. It brought such a balance to my tongue. There may never be lasting peace in the middle east, but the peace on my tongue is some solace to me. My taste buds returned to their jubilation, performing backflips it would seem. Would recommend. Not written by A.I, rather: my beautiful, perfect girlfriend.