Sabra Hummus does not actually contain any prickly pear.
I meant it in general. BW3 had an aggressive expansion across a lot of Midwestern college towns, in the 90s pretty much every Big Ten school had one on campus. I suspect the same was true of many other campuses as well.
I don’t remember seeing a BW3 around here until the early 2000s, possibly late 90s (but I wasn’t around the US in late '98/all of '99.) It’s possible they were there in the suburbs, but they weren’t on my Big Ten campus (Northwestern.) We had Buffalo Joe’s for that, with mild, medium, or suicide sauce, before all these crazy flavors started showing up on the scene. (I don’t think they still have anything but those three sauces, which is actually just two, as suicide is medium with a bunch of pickled jalapenos thrown on them. Oh, wait, they do now offer BBQ sauced wings, too.)
At a bowling alley in Cleveland their Suicide was just Frank’s with restaurant-style pepper flakes thrown in it.
(ETA: Whoops misread you. You said “pepper flakes.” I was thinking black pepper, but I’ll leave the comment as-is):
That’s what Anchor Bar (originator of “Buffalo wings”) does, so far as I can tell. “Suicide” is just a heavily black peppered version of their Frank’s hot-sauce based wings. It’s tasty for a couple bites, then just gets overwhelmingly, well, peppery. Not particularly “suicidal” to me.
I don’t think any of the BLT restaurants serve a BLT either.
They were at Illinois in around 95 or 96 (a location which has since closed). I’m not surprised that they didn’t push into the Chicago area (including the comparatively urban Evanston) until later. I don’t think they came to any Chicago suburbs until after they changed the name. I think the early push was focused on the lower-competition spots in those middle-tier Midwestern cities.
Teach me your ways, and maybe someday I’ll order off the secret menu at Sweet Frog.
There was a Green Burrito in Downey, CA when i worked there in the '80s. They had great Mexican fast food. They had a 2lb burrito loaded with everything and rolled in two tortillas.
Founder Sherwood Johnson suffered nerve damage from a case of Malaria during WWII, earning him the (perhaps somewhat callous) nickname of “Shakey.”
That reminds me: there was a Mean Mr. Mustard’s nearby. But, it was not owned by Mr. Mustard.
There was one (I think) near DePaul in about 1997. You had to walk down a couple steps to get into the place and the Tuesday wing special was either 10 or 15¢ each at the time. I moved to Milwaukee the following year and there was a BW3s downtown, very close to school and not too far from home and I participated in the Tuesday 15¢ wing deal often.
The hottest flavor at Wing Stop, Atomic, is very black pepper forward and I like it very much. Good flavor & tolerable heat, hotter than black pepper can offer alone. They changed the hottest sauce at BW3s a while ago from Blazin’ to Ghost Reaper Blazin’ (or something) and it’s simply is too spicy for me to enjoy and I think I have a decent tolerance.
Really? Huh. I wonder where that would have been. I always associate BW3 with suburban strip malls. I didn’t spent too much time near DePaul other than Demon Dogs and the occasional stop to the Bourgeouise Pig Cafe, so it may have been off my radar.
The Horse & Jockey restaurant in Lexington, KY does not have either horse or human meat featured on the menu, at least not explicitly.*
*The menu does include “The Breakfast Jockey Burger”, no meat specified. Jockey meat would probably be disappointing due to low fat content.
I spent an excessively long time trying to find the old spot. From my admittedly shaky memory, it was on a crooked street like Lincoln or Clark or Clybourn or Broadway, certainly more or less North/South, and (less distinct) had L tracks running within a block behind (to the west) the place. In any case, it was definitely before 1998 since I knew to look for a BW3s (which I’ll call it for life) when I got to Milwaukee. There are L tracks pretty close, too.
I think it must have been this address:
The best wing sauce I’ve had was somewhere in Baltimore: a mild-flavored variant of standard buffalo sauce but with real habaneros blended into it. I like the flavor of habaneros as opposed to anything else that is thought of as “hot”, so I really liked the sauce. It tastes like a green pepper should taste before they bred them for flavor and size, as opposed to the jalapeno and its relatives, which taste a tiny bit like a bell pepper but more like a vegetable-you-eat-just-because-your-parents-make-you, except those huge varieties of the species that you get when you get “stuffed jalapenos”: those taste pretty good once they cook the heck out of them and get rid of the odd stiffness that their smaller cousins can have.
The Lincoln Park Buffalo Wild Wings & Weck was on Lincoln just north of Fullerton. It eventually moved to the location on Clybourn just north of Willow which is where it lives now. I moved to the area in 2000 or so, I can’t recall if it was there before I moved or if it opened later.
I’ve mentioned here before that my parents met at the original Shakey’s restaurant in Sacramento. I literally owe my existence to Shakey’s Pizza.
While Red Lobster does serve lobster tails, they do not serve whole lobsters such as appears on their logo (looks like your signature Maine lobster).
Edit: woops - looks like they actually do serve a whole one.
Another Salt Lake City institution came to mind. When I lived out there, there was a small chain called Sconecutter. They served these wonderful soft bread things. You could get buttered scones with cinnamon and sugar on them, or you could get a Sloppy Joe Scone, filled with the ground meat/tomato sauce/sauteed vegetable mix, or a variety of other specialty “scones”. I loved it. The damned things were addictive.
However, they weren’t what the rest of the world (especially the UK) called “scones”, which are sorta triangular somewhat dry biscuit-like things that apparently originated in Scotland. The Utah variety was soft and chewy and much tastier. Some people claim that they were indistinguishable from Fry Bread or Fry Dough, but I’ve had that, and it wasn’t the same.
Anyway, the outlet in downtown Salt Lake closed a long time ago, and the last one closed in 2018. Subsequently the building burned down. Now, unless you live in the Beehive State, you can’t get a “Utah Scone” at all, apparently, unless you make it yourself.