Saturdays and Sundays, at least the good ones, equal football and football equals wings (of the Buffalo persuasion). Late in the calendar year, and on into the earliest months of the newest 365, men and women come together on those days of little sun for rowdy goodness. At the intersection of beer guts and team pennants, you’ll find droves of people yelling at TVs and bantering with their nearest compatriots, all while donning their gayest apparel.
These engagements of caveman-like behavior would not be complete without a significant amount of sustenance. More often than not, discussions of what to eat and what to order dwindle down to the sympathetic duo of pizza and wings. For the past 28-years, J.R. Crickets has tried its best to remain at the forefront of those discussions. In more ways than one, this wing establishment has matured into the wings version of Mellow Mushroom. What started as a solitary fryer has blossomed into a dozen+ location chain with a reasonably strong following.
