This is another tasty treat that I can't seem to remember when I started really digging. But for quite some time now, my quest has been for the perfect wing. Maybe that's a futile effort this side of heaven, but the pursuit is still fun. My fellow wing enthusiasts and I will debate ad nauseum who has the best wings and nearly every other aspect of this culinary creation.
A lady I know (pretty much a 2nd mom) to me recently went to visit her son (and my friend) in Buffalo, NY. She was kind enough to bring me back a bottle of sauce from The Anchor Bar. I haven't yet cracked it open. I'm saving that for a special occasion. Until then, the tried-and-true mixture of Frank's and butter will carry me through. Tell me your day isn't brightened after eating a bunch of Buffalo wings.
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