Who DOESN’T love chicken wings? When I ate meat, chicken wings were like my guilty pleasure. They were delicious in all the best ways – they were greasy, saucy, messy, and finger lickin’ good. My friends and I would frequent wing places which had like a thousand different styles of chicken wings, we’d get a pound of one flavour each and share. It was glorious and delicious – but still, for me somehow nothing compared to the good old buffalo wing.
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