Buffalo Wild Wings

I eat here at least 3-4x a week and these were ny far the worst wings I've ever had. The bloody fork broke bc they were so hard. I tried to grab the bar keeps attention to show her but bc I wasnt drinking she didnt care. I just dont understand why kindness and basic decency is so hard. My name is reef, maybe you can make it up to me w some basic kindness. 0/10 for this meal. Even the sprite wasnt refilled bc it wasn't liquor. Some sober people eat, too, mate.

I ordered a spicy chicken sandwich to-go. When I got there, the waitress was very nice and even knew that my order had just came up. The food, however, was not up to par. I typically order spicy chicken sandwiches as my go-to when I first eat at a restaurant to get a feel for how the rest of the food will taste (I thought, you can't really mess up a chicken sandwich). Unfortunately, I was wrong. This sandwich tasted like it was drenched in oil and was so heavy and uncomfortable. The chicken sandwich didn't taste of quality and honestly tasted like a popeyes chicken sandwich, which I dread going to just due to the heaviness of the sandwich. I didn't think that coming to a restaurant it would taste the same as a fast-food place. I would've gone there and saved a few dollars if I knew it woul

I’ve been to six different Buffalo wild wings in the past two weeks and five different states, Kevin, the bartender at this one made this one the best I’ve been too by far. NY, DE, FL, MD sorry to say PA takes the cake! I will definitely be back to this location again. Big props to Kevin the bartender, thank you for the amazing hospitality and service it was a pleasure!

I don’t like giving bad reviews but I don’t have a good experience. They had some massive issues with online orders so my food took 45 minutes to be ready. Some other people had been waiting over an hour. Then this is what my food looked like. It all tasted good

Last night, my daughter and I went to the Buffalo Wild Wings in Glen Mills. The evening started slowly. Very slowly. After more than 20 minutes, I had to flag down a server to take our order, only to be offered fries so cold and weary-looking that the waiter, to his credit, reordered them without being asked. His embarrassment was palpable, and honestly, human. The wings I requested—fried hard, well-done, confirmed three separate times—were neither. I didn’t eat them. Dessert, which I had preordered along with my entree, arrived very late and proved to be the final plot twist: a cookie that was both charred and raw, a culinary paradox no one asked for. At this point, the waiter could only sigh. He apologized repeatedly and explained that he had already requested a manager, knowing full we