I used to live in Rochester, NY, right down the road from Buffalo. While there for a couple years of college I distinctly remember the wings. A bunch of us would get together and get a few dozen of medium and hot wings and chow down with some beer (yes, you read that right). Well, since I've left Rochester, I haven't been able to find wings, and I seem to crave them once a while. That finger licking goodness, the gooey blue cheese dressing to keep the hot manageable (I'm a hot food wuss). I don't miss the beer though.
Last night I was going to a low stress pot luck (cook or buy and bring) dinner and I decided I wanted to take wings. The place I thought I was going to test turned out to be more of a sit-down restaurant, so I had to revise my plans and ended up with a box of wings from "Original Buffalo Wing Restaurant" in San Carlos. I called them to place the order and when they gave me the time estimate of 15 minutes I knew I had a good chance of having found real wings. The place was curiously non-crowded, but when I got the wings to the car and could smell the vinegar coming off of them through the box and plastic bag I knew they were very close. And when I finally tasted them, truly original buffalo wings, exactly what I'd been hoping to find.
Now I'm down to searching for a gyro that matches or exceeds Chris' Charcoal Pit in Annapolis, and Bay Blue Crabs with old bay and I'll be able to recreate all my happy good food memories.
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