Sorry I have been MIA. I’ve been rogue winging. Winging without abandon. Winging and not looking back. Winging with no regrets. But I am back, and I have come to report the fruits of my labor. Now, it was winter, so obviously I ate a lot wings, but I am only going to share the 3 best wangz of late winter. And these 3 are worthy of your money, travel, and potentially first born.

OPUS, your wings are the stuff dreams are made of. If these wings were sonically consumable -Chopin, Brahms, Handel- this is what these wings sound like. Let me tell you why: these wings were perfectly composed. They were crispTASTIC, and they were tossed in, BUFFALO DRY RUB, OH MY GOD. Buffalo wings, tossed in BUFFALO dry rub. MIND=BLOWN. You keep the tang, but don’t lose the crisp. YOU EVEN UP THE CRISP! BRILLIANCE. The only thing to be mindful of whilst consuming these wangs, is water. Make sure you drink plenty of it because these are salty. They are so salty because you are eating wings ROLLED in little granules of buffalo ecstasy. Stay hydrated, keep the party going.

I did not get a good picture of these wings and I failed you. BUT I AM GIVING THIS PLACE A 10 so I STRONGLY suggest you go anyways!!!!! 10 10 10 10!!!! WINGS MADE WITH LOVE!!! Crispy! Great blue cheese! But most of all, these wings had THOUGHT put into them. Think, before you wing.

These were YONCÉ WINGS y’all, because they were FLAWLESS!
OPUS: 10