I want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, I want to wait half an hour for my order to be taken, I want to get drinks and only drinks as I wait desperately for my food, I want poor customer service, I want my server to be emotion less, displaying anger over his life choices, I want him to mess up my order to an unbelievable degree, i want to see the same football game on every single screen, weather it’d be infront of me or behind me, I don’t want to be able to tell what’s going on on the screen, I want it to be nearly a suggestion of sport, I want to play Texas holdem on one of the screens and beat people who know how to play, I want to admire the party room from a distance, intrigued by the speed that they get served, I want to go with locals who refuse to call it anything but beetups, I want to be berated when I order boneless wings, I want to wait hours before I get my food, and when I get i want it to be room temperature, I want the wing sauce to be mostly water with a slightly chunky texture, and I want wings that consist of mostly cartilage and bone with as little meat as possible, I want to get fries with the wings that are mediocre to an unbelievable degree and I want the fries to nearly a potato cut vaguely into a fry shape, I want the chef to have a criminal record for he is serving prison food,