Little wings...

The other evening, while Sheryl and her friend Nancy were still down in Florida, Nancy's husband, Bob and I went out for a messy, non-wife-sanctioned dinner. Wings!

We headed over to Wild Wing on Tower Hill Road and ordered beers and wings - is there a better food pairing out there?

Bob's choice was relatively tame, your basic BBQ honey-garlic variety. Me, on the other hand, ordered the Hometown Hottie - a four fire, Thai inspired offering.

Not bad.

While there, I could not help but notice how some folks eat wings. I tend to strip the bones clean like a pirhana (as does TLATO) - you should see what she does to a lobster - it's not a pretty sight. Some patrons eat them like an ear of corn, pinkies extended high and leave the best parts behind. When wings were introduced in Buffalo, New York back in 1964 as bar food and they cost $0.05 per pound, that approach is understandable. Today, with 20 medium-sized wings going for around $19, how can you NOT eat every last piece?

It's the right thing to do!