National Chicken Wing Day deals
Chains like Applebee's and Hooters are offering guests a chance to save money while getting messy for one day to celebrate National Chicken Wing Day this year. Whether they're small price cuts or buy one get one free, all the deals will be making customers want to stuff their faces with wings. Some chains are offering deals that last for more than 24 hours, while others are reserved for Rewards members only. Here are the chains offering a wide variety of chicken wing deals fit to satisfy all carnivorous customers.
Applebee's
Buffalo's Café
Buffalo Wild Wings
Buffalo Wild Wings guests can snag six free boneless or traditional wings on July 29 with a minimum $10 purchase. The offer is available at any of the chain's more than 1,300 US restaurants and available for customers who use the promo code 'FREEWINGS' when placing an order on the Buffalo Wild Wings app. Fans will be able to order chicken wings with any of the chain's 26 sauces, including its new permanent menu item, honey garlic.
Dave & Buster's
Dave & Buster's visitors can stop by its restaurants after a day at the arcade and purchase 20 wings for $20. The dine-in deal will be available for one day only at participating locations. Guests opting to snag some wings can choose between eight sauces or five dry rubs.
Hooters
Hurricane Grill & Wings
Restaurant guests will have the privilege of snacking on 99-cent chicken wings all day long. The deal is applied to orders with a minimum purchase of five wings and valid for dine-in and carry-out orders from its more than 40 locations. Known for its tropical, laid-back vibe, Hurricane Grill & Wings features flavorful foods and over 35 signature sauces for its chicken wings.
Native Grill & Wings
Native Grill & Wings fans can score 49-cent wings with the purchase of any drink on National Chicken Wing Day. The deal is valid for customers who dine in or place to-go orders on the Native Grill & Wings app. Guests looking take up the chain's offer can choose from over 20 award-winning wing flavors that can be ordered by the individual wing.
Pluckers Wing Bar
Popeyes
Unlike the other restaurant chains, Popeyes began its Wing Day celebration over a week early. Customers who visit participating locations can take advantage of a buy one, get one free deal for its six-piece Bone-In Wings. Rewards members also have the pleasure to nab a free six piece Spicy Bone-In Wings order with any wings purchase. Popeyes' chicken wing celebration will be running through August 3.
Round Table Pizza
Round Table Pizza is holding a three-day chicken wing celebration by offering 12 boneless or classic wings for $9.99 starting on Tuesday. The deal is available for all customers at participating locations and can be redeemed using the code 'RTP117.' Chicken wing prices vary depending on location and quantity, but Grubhub estimated the usual cost of a 12-piece order to be $21.99.
TGI Fridays
Despite shutting dozens of locations , TGI Fridays is still celebrating National Chicken Wing Day with 50-cent wings. The restaurant chain currently offers boneless and bone-in wings with traditional buffalo, signature whiskey-glaze, or its all-new whiskey buffalo sauce. Once the one-day-only deal is up, customers can purchase a $15 TOTs, boneless wings and sliders with fries. The meal was created via partnership with TBS.
The Green Turtle
Whataburger
Wingstop
The chicken chain is celebrating its own Wingstop Wing Day by offering a digital deal for fans looking to score five free wings. Whether classic or boneless, customers can redeem the wings in any 12 flavors by entering 'FREEWINGS' on its website or the app. The restaurant chain is concluding its celebration on Wednesday with the launch of its limited-time flavor Hot Lemon.
Zaxbys
Zaxbys started its Wing Day celebration early by unlocking digital offers for its Rewards members. One of those deals is a buy 10 boneless wings get 10 boneless wings free at all participating locations. Customers can select any of Zaxby's nine signature sauces, including its new limited-time lemon pepper dry rub.
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