19th Hole

Friendly staff. Pleasant environment, the building was cool. The wings were delicious and they had a great selection of beer. Overall a great experience, what more can I say.

Pretty odd place. It’s basically a retro fitted garage. Still has the garage door on the front. Once inside, the garage look is gone. Nothing fancy inside. Pretty good sized bar and a handful of high top tables. Beer is only in bottles, I prefer draft, but they have a nice selection. Wings, that is what this place does. Best wings I’ve ever had. Nice crunchy thick breading. Sauces are amazing. I recommend the black and medium. Only thing I don’t care for is the order style. You have to go to the bar to order and get more beer. The wait staff always stay behind the bar. Bar staff is friendly and service once ordered is fast.

The 19^th Hole is the quintessential dive bar-​dark, loud, and friendly. If you’re not allergic to those kind of places, you’ll find some of the best wings (and fried food in general) in the Valley. The jalapeño poppers are delicious, the wing sauces are unique and tasty, and the beer is cold. A great place to wreck your diet and watch the game.

The wings are AWESOME. Medium has great flavor and nice heat. Black and blue is new and tasty. The beer is 32.5 degrees and the staff is fun and accommodating. You are in Wheeling — nobody makes friends with salad so belly up and get eating.

I heart dive bars and the 19^th hole is an awesome one!
Great beers, cheap prices, and AMAZING wings can be found here. Also highly recommend the hot (spicy?) cheese balls. Service is friendly and fast and it’s a good crowd and never too loud such that you’re shouting over one another to have a conversation.

Some of the worst customer service I’ve experienced.
I ordered a beer, and upon first taste, knew it was old. What surprised me, though, was just how old: over a year! The «drink by» date printed on the bottle was from over a year ago. Closer inspection made me realize that the label on the bottle was even the company’s older design, further proof of just how old this was! I quickly returned to the bar to state my findings and ask for a new beer. The bartender denied countless times that it was an old beer, and stated many more times that they simply do not serve old beer. Each time I responded with fact and evidence in my hand. This, unexpectedly, resulted in the bartender screaming and shouting at me in front of the whole bar, going as far as calling me a «crybaby» before finally giving me a new beer.
An embarrassing bar, followed by an equally embarrassing display of service.