The Wheat Sheaf - hot but not hot.

So, YDC and I took a little Tuesday night jaunt down to check out the Wheat Sheaf, as promised. Yes, it took me a week to write about it. Yes, this is the first time I've been a little bored since last week. Sue me. No, wait, don't.

Anyway, Tuesday night means wing deals at many places across town, and it also means that our beloved Leafs are on. The Wheat Sheaf seemed as good of a place as any to combine those two of my favourite past times, with the third one - delicious Creemore Pilsner.

Despite what a somewhat confused employee may tell you on the phone, you can reserve a table, and if you're going on a Tuesday, I'd suggest it. The place had a mixed crowd - about what you'd expect of a place plopped down at Bathurst & King. Very light on the douches, with a smattering of students, some young professionals decompressing after work, a few foreign expats that make a beeline for the exit when the game starts, and, from the looks of it, mostly just nice normal folks out to catch the game. +1.

The Place... is pretty standard pub, a little on the divey side (+1), belying the fact it's been there slinging pints & chaw since 1849, long before King West was a place where Maserattis would parade around on a Thursday. Lots of flat screen TVs, and a somewhat faded projection screen at the one end.

The Service... not the most attentive in the world, by any stretch. Several times the pitchers ran dry, were scooped up, and not replaced. Our guy seemed a little impatient (and I don't even think we were being dicks...), like he wasn't the biggest fan of his job. -1.

The Wings... as far as quality of cooking, they were badass. They came out piping hot & fresh... crispy on the outside, steamy on the inside - perfectly cooked. Nice size to 'em. The sauce was another story, unfortunately. Being manly men, we got suicide... The sauce was tightly rationed, with some dry patches on the ol' girls, so we ordered another little vessel of suicide. It didn't make them any hotter, but it was at least tasty. My guess would be a cayenne pepper based sauce, with that nice peppery flavour... but I would barely even describe them as medium.

Sunday-Tuesday are wing nights. 1/2 price - we got 30 for around 13 bucks, and stuffed our fat faces thoroughly.

The Verdict... I'll give them another shot to see if they were just having a bad sauce night... but only because they were so perfectly cooked. If they cranked up the Scovilles by a factor of 5, they'd be a regular part of my repetoire.