Pennsylvania’s Finest: Give Me 40 Flavors or Don’t Bother
The deep fried chicken wing. One of those American creations we all hate to love. Sure, some of you might think you’re “too sophisticated” with your foie gras and fancy sweaters, but please, don’t deny it. We all love deep fried wings.
Chicken wings somehow turned into football food (wtf, they’re so messy?), but in my college years, they were every night cheap food. From 10pm-2am the local bar (yes,there was only one restaurant/bar combination) would give you a dozen for $3.50, which we all thought was a good price after a night of drinking.
And then there was the wing buffet…
I’m going to blow my “cheap student” cover here. I actually started attending the wing buffet at this seedy central PA restaurant because my afraid-of-fat boyfriend raved about it, and I figured if this place can convince him to eat deep fried food, it had to be good. Plus, it’s a local hangout of A-list celebrity Davy Jones. On top of all this, my boyfriend even offered to pay. Endless food and a possible celebrity sighting for free! Only then did I realize our check wasn’t even $15.
I’ve never counted, but the wing buffet must have at least 30-40 different wing varieties at a time. Some of them include: plain (ew?), mild, medium, hot, your mom’s hot (although I’ve never witnessed this one, it’s supposed to be their hottest wing), BBQ, honey BBQ, gold fever (cant figure this out either, I think it’s a mix of hot and honey BBQ?), bacon ranch, spicy ranch, bacon cheddar, garlic, parmesan garlic, old bay, coconut, peanut butter, teriyaki, chicken parm, taco, Jamaican jerk….the list goes on and on, and don’t be surprised if there are new flavors each time you visit. The best part? The buffet comes with delicious fries of NJ boardwalk quality, for $5.99 per person. They even give you endless condiments; ranch, blue cheese, and of course vinegar.
I’m tired of popular shows featuring wing places with only a few varieties of wings. Sure, 10 or 15 kinds may seem like a lot, but its really not when half of them are all variations of the classic “hot”.
Turn off your TV and come to Pennsylvania. I swear we’re not all Amish.
(Pic: Wings and Beer)