New city, new wing terrain. After moving from the magnificent NYC I took a break from wings. When I moved here I had none of the things that make for a great wing adventure. No wing buddies, no tried and true wing go-tos, and a lack of motivation. But after visiting NYC and dining on some of my favorite wings at Croxleys Ale House, avenue B…. My wing spark was reignited. I communicated my need for wings to my new friends, and was immediately embraced. My friend’s husband’s Lanyon and Logan told me there were good wings to be had.

That very next Sunday, I dragged myself out of one of my worst hangovers to date, and Milicent and I trudged through the snow, a place called Whiskeys was our destination.

WHISKEYS: 5

We ordered 2 orders of their classic wings. As usual we requested that they were crispy.

THE GOOD:

The sauce was great. Perfect tang, not too soupy, not too thick. Almost a little too much heat for a classic wing, but it was cold outside and heat revs the metabolism! The crisp factor was there intially but faltered and gave way mid wing-session.

THE BAD:

They were not fresh. These wings had been sitting for a few moments before we got them. This is tragic because the place was not busy. The delay caused the wings sauce to congeal a tad, and to become lackluster as their crisp was lost due to the congealed sauce.