Claire's got wings. Lots and lots of wings. 50. To share between her and me, just us two.
Why did we think this was a good idea? Because we were at the Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY, "Home of the Original" buffalo wings. Because we were surrounded by Canadian hockey fans - faces and, in some cases, hair painted in tribute to their team, the Maple Leafs - in town for a game against the Sabres (Sabres won 6-0). Because we wanted a good experience to recall from this business trip to Claire's favorite clients on the planet.
So, 50 wings. At the end of the meal, the tally was Claire 8 or 9, me 7 or 8. We had not lived up to our own expectations. We packed up the rest of the goods into two giant styrofoam clamshells and managed to get the hotel to put it in their kitchen fridge. I had a few as a snack while watching the Sopranos rerun and a couple for breakfast this morning. Mmmm.
What's the actual verdict on these wings, cooked up in the place where they were invented? Were they mind-blowing, you ask? They were good, quite good, but we made the mistake of ordering the Medium hot version, rather than the full on Hot. You really need to get them Hot (or at least get extra hot sauce on the side) because the flavoring, not just the spice, is much more intense - you get more of the vinegar blast from the hot sauce, and the contrast with the blue/bleu cheese dip is definitely more gratifying. The wings themselves were fairly massive, which was probably why we couldn't eat much more than we did. We didn't realize this until after people mentioned it to us; unfortunately, we didn't have any scales or calipers or comparison wings to prove it, but upon further noshing on the leftovers (Claire had some at the airport as we waited for our flight back), I think the overall impression is correct.
Guess what I'll be having for dinner tonight.
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