Wings of Mass Destruction
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
You're the BEST around
My old college friend Boris noticed via the ole Facenovel that I'm a bit of a wing Nut, and proudly posted photos of his most recent wingventure at The Stalking Horse. This neighborhood is not usually my cup of tea, but I think I'll need to plan an outing there just because the wings must be good enough for someone to consume 21 of them.
That's right. Graphic Designer, UMBC Alum, and my friend, Boris Kan, ate 21 wings AND THEN made me a little photo shout-out, in a Facebook album.
(if you piece it together, it reads "I ATE 21 WINGS" in WING BONES OMG OMG OMG)
Boris Kan is my new hero.
That's right. Graphic Designer, UMBC Alum, and my friend, Boris Kan, ate 21 wings AND THEN made me a little photo shout-out, in a Facebook album.
(if you piece it together, it reads "I ATE 21 WINGS" in WING BONES OMG OMG OMG)
Boris Kan is my new hero.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I Found a Chicken Wing on the Street!
I found a chicken wing in the streets of Baltimore. It looked lonely. A lonely chicken wing is sadder than an abandoned puppy. Little chicken wing, looking kinda sad and lonely, just like me. No one seems to care. They just walk away and leave you sitting there, all alone on 36th Street.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Northampton Wangs and Gouda-dillas
I recently went on a work trip to Northampton, Massachusetts, and found in the little town this awesome place called The Dirty Truth. A little hip favorite for many locals, The Dirty Truth also had an impressive array of taps
and a killer menu. To reward ourselves for a busy weekend and to celebrate our long-weekend getaway together, my travel companion and I decided to treat ourselves to wings (below), a quesadilla, and some spinach dip. First, the wings:
Pretty standard, but piping hot and juicy. I don't think the sauce was extraordinary or anything, but they get extra points for offering carrots AND celery, and extra chunky bleu cheese.
I wish I had a picture of the quesadillas, because they were definitely a plate that has me wanting to change everything I think about melted cheese and tortillas. First, they were made with braised short rib. Then, they included white beans and sweet potatoes. (I realize that this is probably getting a little artsy for you.) And finally, the melted cheese was a nice, sharp, creamy GOUDA.
GOUDA. just wrap your wing-loving brain around that for a second. GOUDA QUESADILLA. HEAVEN QUESADILLA.
If I were a native of the town, I'm sure I'd eventually become a regular at The Dirty Truth, if only to sample their entire menu. Wings: 7; Gouda-dillas, 9.5.
and a killer menu. To reward ourselves for a busy weekend and to celebrate our long-weekend getaway together, my travel companion and I decided to treat ourselves to wings (below), a quesadilla, and some spinach dip. First, the wings:
Pretty standard, but piping hot and juicy. I don't think the sauce was extraordinary or anything, but they get extra points for offering carrots AND celery, and extra chunky bleu cheese.
I wish I had a picture of the quesadillas, because they were definitely a plate that has me wanting to change everything I think about melted cheese and tortillas. First, they were made with braised short rib. Then, they included white beans and sweet potatoes. (I realize that this is probably getting a little artsy for you.) And finally, the melted cheese was a nice, sharp, creamy GOUDA.
GOUDA. just wrap your wing-loving brain around that for a second. GOUDA QUESADILLA. HEAVEN QUESADILLA.
If I were a native of the town, I'm sure I'd eventually become a regular at The Dirty Truth, if only to sample their entire menu. Wings: 7; Gouda-dillas, 9.5.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday Wang Night.
Wednesday is Wang night at the Memphis Taproom, well at least for the staff. Come eat some!!!! They're soooooooooo good.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Bill Bateman's Bistro
Inspired by the new blog and further encouraged by my dieting wife’s absence, I stopped at Bill Bateman’s Bistro in Towson for some carry-out wings last night. Bateman’s will occasionally show up on best of Baltimore lists for their wings—plus it’s a short drive from my house.
I chose the barbeque flavor and only waited about 10 minutes for my order. When I got home, I was pleasantly surprised that they were all drumstick type wings. I hadn’t even taken a bite and was already being smiled upon by the Wing Gods (Hermes and Iris).
On scales of both meatiness and flavor I give them an eight. This is my fourth trip to Bateman’s and this is the best result I’ve gotten, but they’ve never been below a seven for flavor or a five for meatiness.
One point about the venue. Bill Bateman’s is a sport-oriented establishment. Wall-to-wall TVs tuned to ESPN through ESPN8 (“The Ocho”). I happen to enjoy college and professional sports, but this place would definitely turn off someone who is not so inclined.
My dog was mad he didn’t get any.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
wangz.
I'm so excited to be apart of this blog and the only appropriate way for me to kick off blogging about delicious wangzzz is best put in this great image by Natalie Dee
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nataliedee.com
Liberating your taste buds
and securing your right to sauce.
Welcome to the Wing Blog. Wing Macros, Wing Poetry, Creative Wing-Fiction, Meditations on that weird fake-drumstick piece, Vegetarian substitutions (trying to be flexible here), Interpretive Wing Performance, Awesomely gross before-and-after-photography. Let's do this!
Welcome to the Wing Blog. Wing Macros, Wing Poetry, Creative Wing-Fiction, Meditations on that weird fake-drumstick piece, Vegetarian substitutions (trying to be flexible here), Interpretive Wing Performance, Awesomely gross before-and-after-photography. Let's do this!
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