The Swallow House
Total score: 4 out of 50
As we always say, the clue is in the name of the places we go, as this usually reflects on the wings that they serve. Not this place though, these wings were so dry that there was no way you could actually swallow them. Wings should be a joyful experience, but the experience of eating these was as though you had just run a marathon and quenched your thirst with a bag of sand. We were suspicious that they were even chicken, as it seems impossible that any organic material could be so dry and tasteless. When asked if we spit or swallow, we spat these out!