I do not think I can think of anything as sexy as being able to dine on sushi and wings at the same time. I genuinely tried to conceptualize what might be better, and failed. I also might be so dazzled by this combination because I have been deprived. I love you Montauk, but wings are not your thing. So, when we got quality wings at Chowder House it felt like I was removed from a depressing Counting Crows song into a world filled with promise.

The wings were crispy, petite, and came with a peppery blue cheese. Mili and I always love a peppery blue cheese, so this was a real treat. Monday I was dining with Dani and Kia (Kia was my first wing partner ever, and truly helped me to cultivate my passion) and they also enjoyed the blue cheese.

There is not a lot to say about these wings aside from the fact that they were prepared well and reminded me that if you never give up, you will find what you are looking for.

CHOWDER HOUSE AT SALIVARS- MONTAUK: 7.75

Guys, we apologize. We have been stuck in a wingrut. Hitting up Buff’s in Newton has become our winter hang- BUT NO MORE! There is a new kid on the playground, if you live in Brooklyn.

When wingwoman Milicent had her birthday we were mulling over establishments that could handle our 8+ party. After going over many options, we realized there was only one way to celebrate the fortuitous happening of Milicent’s existence: WANNNGZZ. And to our DELIGHT Croxley Ale’s in Williamsburg Brooklyn ( wythe & kent y’all) had finally opened.

This one is going to be simple and brief, as most of the greatest truths are: 10. TEN!! 1111111111 DIX! Diez! They were PERFFFECTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Crispy! Perfect sauce! Amazing staff! Great beer. Honestly, one cannot ask for more in a wingsesh. I will be returning next weekend, and I will report back with photos and more words.

In summation: NYC/BK Croxley’ is running game around just about everyone. BOSTON: Buff’s in Newton slays, no competition (in fact if you’ve been to Buff’s and know of somewhere comparable, please tell me).

Hot and crispy 4ever,

Alex

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

I’ll be honest. Eat at Jumbo’s is not the sleekest title. I’ve never been enticed by an oversized wing, and felt very validated when Logan agreed with me last night. Big wings are weird. They seem fattier. They are never as crisp. They are like the school lunch of wings- they can only reach a certain quality and always seem microwaved. SO, it was to my relief to find out that Jumbo’s was more about a surplus of options, than a surplus of drumstick. 

The internet regards Jumbo’s as # 3 in Boston. So, it was that title (and a house party) that drew us out to Somerville. Once we got there a few things stuck out. 1) No alcohol (.5 point deduction) 2) Friendly and helpful counter staff 3) Clean your ketchup  bottles! 4) Miley was playing. Yes. 5) SO! MANY! WING! FLAVORS! I thought I misread when it said “pterodactyl” (definitely don’t have that one in NYC…it’s teriyaki meets bbq). 

Milicent and I started looking at our options. We have found our groove. I order classic hot, she picks a less traditional wing, and we order one side,  both as a pallet cleanser and something to be indicative of non-wing options and their quality.  So, in addition to hot wings we went WILD and got an extra flavor with the entire meal resulting in: 1 order hot, 1 hot garlic, 1 garlic parmesan, and an order of poutine. If you’re serving poutine, we’re gonna order it, and it better be good. Don’t put a soufflé on the menu if you can’t make a soufflé, same thang.

EAT AT JUMBO’S: 6.5

THE GOOD: HELL YEAH, we asked for them crispy and we got them crispy. Good crisp, good sized wing, pretty decent sauces. It was a bit difficult to discern that was hot and what was garlic hot, but they were both great sauces so no harm done. As for the poutine, it was divine.

THE BAD: Beer and wings are in an exclusive relationship, it is not right to keep them apart. As stated above, Jumbo’s was docked a half point for this. Sometimes a Coke rules, but on a Saturday night, no thanks.  Also, it was not that these wings were bad, they just were not AMAZING. They had all the right moves…sauce, crisp, heat, but something was lost. I think it was the meat quality. They had probably been fried twice and lost their magic the second time through. Millicent was a big fan of them, however, so let the record show her support.

NEXT UP: SIDE BAR,  but first some exercise and reflection, and other human activity