Max’s Sports Bar
115 E GE Patterson Ave
Memphis, TN 38103
I got a text last Saturday from a friend that read, “Wings for lunch at Double J @11:30. You better be there.” Well, this situation presents a wing blogger’s dilemma. Do I join my friend for wings at a place I love, for a lunch of wings that I have already tasted, enjoyed, and reviewed? Or, do I decline the invite and seek out untried wings for the sake of blogging material? Max’s Sports Bar was the perfect resolve! It’s located across the street from the Double J Smokehouse and Saloon and I had not yet tried the wings.
I met my friend on the Double J patio and called Max’s to place a wing order to go. The girl who answered the phone unenthusiastically rattled off my options. The sauce options included buffalo, BBQ, and honey habanero. I ordered eight wings, hot, with blue cheese dressing. The girl told me it would be about 30 minuets. Yikes! They didn’t look that busy from across the street! Then again, it was a Saturday afternoon during football season.
After about twenty minuets passed I walked across the street to Max’s and inquired about my to-go order. I was told it wasn’t quite ready so I took a seat at the bar to wait. Had I not shown up early, I might never have known that these wings are broiled, rather than fried. Yes, broiled! Apparently, Max’s Sports Bar is not equipped with a fryer.
I took the opportunity to ask about the sauce which I learned is nothing but Frank’s Hot Sauce. Don’t get me wrong, I love Frank’s Hot Sauce. I have an open bottle in my fridge and two back-up bottles in the pantry at all times. But, that is exactly my point. I can broil wings in the oven and toss them in Frank’s at home, and ofter do. So far, I was not impressed but I was willing to give Max’s the benefit of the doubt.
Back across the street at the Double J I opened my to-go container and was smacked in the face with the unmistakeable aroma of Frank’s Hot Sauce. Unfortunately, the smell was the height of the Max’s wing experience. Burnt spots on the skin of the wings was not an indication of crispness. In fact, these wings were not crisp at all and the longer I sat eating the wings, the soggier and softer they got. Yuck. I ate about half of them. When I broil wings at home they turn out crisp on the outside and juicy on the inside. These wings were more like toaster oven wings. Initially, I thought I would take the rest with me and put them under my own broiler for a snack later, but I changed my mind and threw them away on the way home.