Backporch Drafthouse

I came for the golf course views but stayed for the wings and the ranch. Speaking of the ranch. If they bottled it up, I’d buy stock. I ordered a mix of lemon pepper and buffalo wings. When they first landed on my table, they weren’t exactly crispy. They were more like “lightly steamed with ambition.” But credit where it’s due: they still tasted amazing, and each wing looked like it had been raised on a strict diet of protein shakes and good parenting. These things were huge. I mentioned the lack of crispiness to the waitress (politely, like someone asking for a weather update), and she immediately offered to have them remade. Round two came back with a slight crunch. Let’s call it a whisper of crisp. But next time I’m definitely going full “extra crispy” just to be safe. The buffalo wings packed a nice tangy punch, and the lemon pepper ones had that zesty magic that makes you question why you ever trusted any other seasoning. Pair them with that ranch and you’re in flavor heaven. The vibe inside is chill, with a nice view of the greens outside. It’s the kind of place where you can watch sports, sip a beer, and contemplate whether you should start golfing just for the post-round food. Final verdict: great wings, even better ranch, and a scenic spot to enjoy both. Just tell them you like your wings crispy enough to make a slight crunch when you bite in, and maybe ask for a second cup of that ranch. You’ll thank me later.