Here is the wing sauce menu. The tame sauces are at the bottom, and the hot sauces with kick are nearer the top. The hottest sauce is not even on the menu. You have to just know about it and request it by name. Richard once got into an argument with a waitress who refused to give him a glass of milk with his "insanity" wing order, because she was afraid the milk would curdle in his stomach and he would get sick and sue her.
Do you see how excited I am for this! You can order two baskets of wings at a time, and you get a side dish with each basket. They have the worlds best thick cut french fries (perfect for sopping up all that glorious sauce), but I always order a basket of "rabbit food" (aka, carrots and celery with blue cheese) because I like having a foil for the hot wings. I don't know if I should be proud of this, but I can eat almost as many hotwings as Richard. We both ordered 5 baskets of hotwings! (and then didn't eat for the next 12 hours)
This is Richard about to experience sauce Nirvana. This is his happy place, his sacred grove, and the place where all his dreams come true.



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