Raging Taste Buds

Hollywood

Well, the Birds took a poop in my mouth. Heated up some fried poop and just dumped it right in… I can definitely say that you come here to drink, and after about 4 cocktails, you order some food.  That is the only way this place has a chance at tasting good. Plus this is more of a loud bar scene than a cozy restaurant… although its trying to be both. After moving tables because of the Bird woman next to me chirping at 5000 decibals about her grandmas boobs and her terribly difficult life, I settled in and ordered a Hefenweisen. After hearing about their great onion rings, le’peno poppers, chicken strips and hot wangs I decided to go for the big shabang! The appetizer platter (plus an order of wings).

Bird Shit!

This platter of Bird shit came out and everything was cold or luke warm. I told my girlfriend I felt like we were eating at a Champs in the airport . Birds should check out LAX and see if there are any spots for lease. The tower of onion rings is the only thing that woulda been good if it were hot. Since they were cold, I decided to play horse shoe with them on the little pole they are served on. The Jalepeno poppers were oozing with gooey chipotle mayonnaise flavored sauce in the middle. It was sick. The chicken strips were cold and I ended up dipping them into Ketchup because unfortunately my dipping sauces became tainted by the mayo popper. I proceeded to forgo ordering an entree after this craptastic presentation of an appetizer platter. Right after that I turned around to see a 50 year old womandude dancing on top of the bar by herself…excuse me, its Tuesday and there’s only like 14 people here…I then bolted out the door and tried to forget that hour of my life by listening to the most annoying song ever…That would be “blah blah blah” by the ultra talented, Ke$ha. If you go here,  go for some drinks and the atmosphere but don’t let Birds poop in your mouth with their food.