As a native of Central New York, buffalo wings are near and dear to my (slowly clogging) heart.In high school, we used to get lunch at a place that had terrible, terrible pizza but an amusing waitress who would loudly alert the patrons when a local transvestite happened to be in the neighborhood. We also ate a lot of wings there that weren't necessarily that great but did have the one property that good wings should: If you arrive with clogged sinuses, they'll be blown wide open by the time you leave.
Anyhow, I stumbled across this page with wing-eating techniques. I'm partial to the small bone twist and the finger.
And man, I could sure go for some wings now.
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I feel as though I should know of said wing eating establishment, but apparently in my old age I'm incapable of remembering where we ate.
all I can remember from that time :
1) telling boone that it wasn't my car as I drove away.
2) getting in the wrong line (every time!) at BK.
3) Ned's cheap pizza special.
oh! wait! was it Napoli?
mmmm....wings..... Next time your in the area I'm taking you to Bernie Murray's in Elmira, the best freaking wings I've ever had. I'm curious to know who Boone is though?
Ding! Napoli.
(That's a man!)
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