4390 120th Street
Omaha NE 68137
I swear, it’s not like I leave the house hoping to get some gut-wrenchingly bad food. But I’ll be damned if that doesn’t seem to happen more than it doesn’t these days. Case in point…Finnegan’s Pub. Not sure I would have ever ventured into this establishment if not for more than a few folks who stated they have “The best wings in Omaha!”
For whatever reason, I was highly skeptical of that claim for no other reason than not sure I’ve really ever heard anything about the food here. Making the horribly awful mistake of wondering to myself on the way out the door “How bad can they be anyway?” I was off!
And, like the good little salmonella magnet that I am, I was headed to a place I had no real prior reconnoissance on…so you can all thank me now that I’ve done it for you.
Some of you know how this works, for those that don’t here’s how it goes…wings are rated in 5 categories for a total potential perfect score of 50. The current reigning champion (by virtue of a committee vote) is The Pheasant with a total score of 48. And, for shits and giggles (mostly to get the shits) the worst score has been the severed toe wings at LaVista Keno which flatlined at a 2. But look out boys…you have a challenger trying to beat you to the bottom of the HitThatDive scrap heap.
First Impressions: For the record, I had no issues with the bar or the service. Kind of a neat little pub tucked away next to a giant gun store. Also, did I mention that I sat at the corner of the bar right next to a garbage can? This turned out to be a handy place to sit.
I ordered 8 wings with hot sauce. “Do you want them char buffed?” I was asked. “Why not!” I eagerly responded. I figure, if the bartender is offering a suggestion that’s the way I go. I can’t lose.
After about 12 minutes, or so, I rather bland-looking plate of wings came out from the kitchen. They had an odd shine to them and didn’t really smell like anything.
|Looks like a manta ray|
This will not go well. But, as I’ve been told before “Love everything for 5 minutes.” So I’m going to give it a go.
Score: 2 out of 10
Sauce: Unlike the sauce at LaVista Keno that seemed to be almost mean and vindictive, the sauce here just seemed sad and lonely…like Charlie Brown on Halloween.
|Oh how I wish|
After several bites, I still could not pick up on any flavor…at all. After chewing a bit longer I did finally detect a hint of something flavor-wise. But what? As close as I could tell it was the equivalent of eating construction paper in elementary school. Did it taste good? No. Will it kill you? Not so much.
|JUST SAY NO!|
Paging Dr. Addison
|Class is in session|
|What IS that first one?|