T’was a pre-christmas Sunday, the air danced with frost and merriment. After a rousing Uber ride where my driver told me he believed in magical numbers, spiritual awakenings, and that fate had led us to this very cab ride, I arrived at our wing location.

Logan took the lead and decided our wing session was to be at Sidebar in Boston, Boston (that’s what I call it, sorry). When I arrived I met both the Ramseyer’s feasting on a plate of beef nachos, and the bar had a very bowling alley-esque vibe. It could go either way.

I ordered a cider and it was crispy and satisfying. Small talk ensued, but it was apparent Logan was hungry and ready to wang. Our wonderful and sassy waitress brought us our first round  (WE WOULD NEVER ORDER THE ENTIRE THING SANS MILICENT. Obvi!) and it was immediately a unique situation. What? Was? This? Sauce??? It was peppery, and we LIKED IT!

SIDEBAR, DOWNTOWN: 7

THE GOOD: This sauce was extraordinary! It was similar to when your mom tells you to try something and you are like:  NO, NO, NO, and then you try it and you’re like darn, this is pretty good! The sauce was a hit. It was classic buffalo but had a zestyness (spellcheck says thats not a word, but it is NOW) that none of have us have ever encountered before.  It should be noted that the wingz were crispy and a good size and celery and blue cheese was plentiful! For the record we also tried buffalo garlic once Mili and Lucy’s glorious cousin Kiely arrived (apparently Boston luuuurves its Garlic) and that was decent as well. But the garlic dumbed down the pepper notes… 😦

THE BAD:

I was a tad bit concerned with the freshness of these wangz. I want wings to be fresh like a teenager with a new convertible. This was my only qualm. Over and out,

ALEX