“Would you like blue cheese or ranch dressing with your chicken wings?” Every time I hear a restaurant server ask this question, I cringe. Like every other Buffalonian, wings should be served with blue cheese and celery sticks and NOT ranch dressing. (Sorry, Hidden Valley.)
We Buffalonians Take Our Wings Seriously
You can take the girl out of Buffalo but you can’t take the Buffalo out of the girl. Wings are the reason I will never live a vegan lifestyle. I keep a bottle of Frank’sRedHot Sauce, aka: chicken wing sauce, in my pantry to dash it on other foods to emulate that savory, hometown wing flavor.
We Buffalonians take our wings seriously. Sure, we get flack for snow-filled winters but we’re proud of our wings. Annually each summer, Western New Yorkers and others from across the globe flock to Buffalo to celebrate the mighty wing during the National Chicken Wing Festival.
For those who want to talk the talk, they are “wings.” They aren’t “chicken wings.” And do I need to clarify people refer to them as “Buffalo wings” because wings originated in Buffalo, N.Y., and are not some freakish part of the buffalo animal.
Next time your travels lead you to Buffalo, order a dozen wings with a side of blue cheese and celery sticks.
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