Needless to say Mom was interested in how old RJ was since he was so buff. Dad use to look like that...is she by chance trying to find a workout plan for the oldie? I think so haha.
Sadly meeting them was all fine and dandy, but that is my official last time to eat a BWW. The last two times we went (in Shreveport) it was not so great, we got cold food. But this time our orders were jacked up. Waitress made a big uh oh with me and Jeremy. You see, usually I order the crazy spicy stuff and Jeremy orders something less damaging to your intestines. This time however, J ordered Habanero and I went low key and stayed away from my usual Hot for Spicy Garlic. Or so I thought. She mixed up us. The whole time we were eating I was nearly crying and guzzling water and ranch dip. My gums were even burning people, that never happens to me and I love hot food. Jeremy kept acting like I was being a baby, well, because he thought he had the spicier of the two and he was fine! Ha! We finally figured out the issue...when we were both on our last wings. So in your face Jeremy, I was not being a baby...you had my mild wings. Not such a tough guy now huh haha.
And that my friends is why I am not going back. 3 strikes and you are out BWW. Never again.
