Open again with the same good wings. In the historic Amtrak Station.

Once upon a time there was a young man from Atlanta who thought the perfect day was a round of golf, a bucket of icy, cold beer and plenty of great wings! He moved to Hilton Head where the golf was great, but, alas, there were no buckets of beer, no great wings. So one beautiful day in June, the young man opened Wild Wing Café on the island paradise. Thousands of wonderful people, young and old, flocked to the Wild Wing for they, too, dreamed of hot wings and buckets of cold beer.