Not too long ago, my husband & I ordered pizza. Usually he makes me do the actual calling, but this time he was the one doing it. When we were living in NY and ordered pizza (this didn't happen frequently, since there wasn't really any good pizza delivery in our area of Syracuse - most of the time we'd just make our own damn pizza), he'd usually get an order of wings, as well. So when he ordered this pizza here, he just said, "Oh, and I'd like an order of wings, too."

Now, I am from the South. I know that what passes for chicken wings in some parts of this country is not at all what is known as chicken wings in NY. But, despite growing up in the land of fried chicken (well, fried everything, really), I never had chicken wings until I went to college in Ithaca and had them done properly. "Chicken wings," to me, has always meant Buffalo wings. I know, however, that's not true for everyone else - especially not here in South Florida.

So I was a bit leery when I heard my husband blithely tacking them on to our order. "Uhm, are you sure you want to get those here?" "Ehh, we'll give them a try." "Okay..." (I should mention here that this is one of the few places I've seen here that even offers wings on their menu.)

I think you see where I'm going with this.

Wanna see what we received when the delivery guy showed up?



Yup. Fried chicken wings, with a tiny cup of hot sauce. Not even a little cup of Buffalo wing sauce - just straight-up hot sauce (the chopstick is there because the sauce had separated and we had to stir it up). And not even a hint of bleu cheese dressing or celery sticks (well, I didn't miss the celery).

(e:peeps), please pray for us to somehow find the strength to continue our existence in this miserable, Buffalo-wing-less place. We'll be in Buffalo for Thanksgiving, we can get our wing fix if only we can hold out 'til then...

Actually, there is a place in town we have yet to try called Wings n' Curls (I am unclear on exactly what the "curls" are supposed to be) which, allegedly, has good wings. We would've eaten there already, but their hours are brutal - only open until 9pm, and they shift to take-out-only at 8pm. Based on their unfriendly attitude, I'd rather avoid the place, but if their wings are really any good... I might not have a choice.

But there are so many transplanted New Yorkers in this area, I refuse to believe there is nowhere to get Buffalo wings in this entire 3-county metro area. There must be somewhere.