(above: north 3rd)
We got six pounds of wings. Three pounds of each flavor: the buffalo and the thai. Once again, this became a well fought title bout, and once again the table became divided. It is safe to assume at this point that we machos tend to have a sweet side, as well as a loud and fired up side. Nevertheless, I would say that buffalo came out on top after this saucy battle. As messy as wings are, these tend to have a clean presentation. Just the right amount of flavor to singe the upper lip. More love for the shallow sauced wing. Although this is not an ‘official’ wing night, I still felt that it deserved a quick lil’ review, especially because we have been here for a ‘real’ wings night. It is known as an evening of wings with the first father figure cameo. Unfortunately, we neglected this fine selection of wings a well-earned response. And now you know.
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