Here it is, your moment of Buffalo wing Zen.
GUEST POST ALERT! Buffalo wings are not in my scope of knowledge (this is all I got: I recently learned that Buffalo refers to Buffalo, NY– not the animal), but Roomie (aka Rachel of read.watch.buy) is a wing connoisseur, and recently made a pilgrimage to Buffalo Wild Wings in Chino Hills. (Apparently it’s a popular restaurant, elsewhere in these United States.)
This is her story…
I made a serious trek over the weekend to celebrate my new job at my most favorite American food chain: Buffalo Wild Wings (sorry, Chili’s, you’re a close second). [Editor's clarification: Her new job is not AT Buffalo Wild Wings. Not that there's anything wrong with that.]
I think I’m particularly attached to it because that is the place that my dad and I go to meet for lunch every time, without fail, no matter where we are, for about the past 7ish years. (As a child of divorce, “dad lunches” are a top priority. Not to mention, I’m all about free food and now within the past few years, free beer! As if one needed more proof that I’m my father’s daughter.)
Now, I’m originally from Chicago, where there is no shortage of BWW establishments– so imagine my dismay when, after getting a hankering for my favorite wings, I come to learn the nearest BWW is 33 miles away! What the hell, L.A.? Bogus.
“What’s wrong with Hooters?” some have asked me. Nothing, really. They’re all right, but they just aren’t as good.
It’s all in the sauce. The BWW Hot sauce is my favorite wing sauce of life. Some “Hot” sauces are such effing liars. One time I ordered the wings from Pizza Hut, because I sure as hell was not going to participate in the pizza eating that was happening around me. (Okay, I was babysitting and kids just don’t know any better. I tried to convince them otherwise, but they gave me a resounding “BUT RAAAAAAACHEL, we LOVE Pizza Hut!” And naturally I let them win because they are cute kids. But in my humble opinion there is absolutely no reason for Pizza Hut, Papa John’s, or Domino’s to even exist in Chicago, but somehow they still survive. I’m convinced it’s picky children that keep them in business.) So my wings arrive and the “hot” sauce is total BS. They might as well have given me a chicken wing with nothing on it and it would provide the same taste sensation…or lack thereof.
Let me just say that I love super spicy, freakin’ hot food. [Ed's note: Another major divergence. I am a weakling.] Not to the point where it’s *too* hot to eat and your tongue is on absolute fire, but I don’t mind a little eye-watering and nose-running if the flavor is there. I realize that’s a gross visual, but it’s the reality if you’re eating GOOD hot wings. Plus, I think it’s in my competitive nature to see if I can eat hotter food than the people around me. Yes, I’m that cool. [Or crazy... just sayin'.]
So my lovely friend, Claire, suggests the trek to Chino Hills (I squealed a little at this because I’m a former OC fangirl, especially for Ryan Atwood, yowzas) for some celebratory wings. So I would wager that BWW has an overall decent menu, but I’m not the one to ask. I don’t even look at the menu to be honest. I always order 12 traditional wings with the Hot sauce. They have 2 levels that are hotter, but sadly they are out of my league. Once I ordered 5 of the hottest (911 or something it’s called, I don’t remember), which was a “live and learn” moment. It didn’t go well. The More You Know!
But this time I ordered TWENTY FOUR wings (take it easy, I will explain) after hearing my dad’s brilliant suggestion earlier that day. “You should get some to-go if it’s so far away.” Yessss, great idea, Father. Sadly, I had my last leftover wing yesterday, but Roomie has expressed coming with next time so a “next time” there will be. In the meantime, they better open up one closer to my house. Across the street would be preferable.
Thanks, Rach!
xoxo…
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Oh Rachel. I have a feeling we would totally be two peas in a pod. I can’t wait to meet you. We can go eat spicy foods together. Btw, I am your roomie’s little sis (the one who didn’t go to the Verizon store).
I’m totally up for a spicy food fest! When are you coming to visit?
I don’t know quite yet. Schools starts tomorrow, so everything is kind of crazy from here on out. I watched one of your vlogs a while back, and I thought you were a long lost sister. PS- tell Elysse I’m a senior so she has to come to one of my football games (but don’t tell her I told you to tell her).
PSS I realize we’re on her blog. that was sort of the point.