LAWDY.

I’ve had this one rolling around in the ol’ noodle for weeks. It didn’t happen until after a hearty session of protein fusion at the local wingery. I said to myself, if I get the nuclear red wings*, I’ll barely be able to eat half of my order and I’ll be miserable for the rest of the day.

Sounds like victory.

I could’ve gone with my favorites — the Hawaiian with ranch is especially good — or perhaps the lovely garlic parmesan. But nothing says wings like atomic red with fire blowing out your ass.

• Wings
• Fire
• Ranch

My ranch dressing was a little runny. This is desirable for generic wing eating, I suppose, but not so much for a sandwich. I had a puddle of white goo with reddish tinges on my plate. That could be unsettling in certain circumstances.

I’d definitely hit it again. And again. And again. Meat with meat! MORE MEAT!

* Technically, they’re chicken breast strips. The wingery calls ‘em boneless wing strips, but hey, it’s all chicken to me.

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