Total score: 18 out of 50
We always start a Wingnuts night full of positivity, full of the joy of wings and ready to show you guys the best the city has to offer, what could possibly go wrong? Well this was the fifth Wingnuts and like all fifth instalments, this night was as good as Police Academy part 5. We started off in JB’s American diner. There were pictures of Elvis everywhere and judging by the size of the portions, the King clearly had an input here. But to be honest, these wings were as dry as his blue suede shoes and if we’d managed to eat the whole portion, there is every chance we’d be found dead on the toilet seat. Oh, and on a theme of suspect provenance for the night, apparently the chicken was from ‘England’. Avoid.