It all started when I saw the Pizza Hut Chicken Wing commercial. Then I smelled all the chicken wings at Town Tavern during the Yankees game. Then the next morning I was thinking about Maladys’ chicken wings that the Turtles at my work like, which I made up a little ditty in the shower about. Then I went to get Chinese at Taste Good, where this guy was trying to order chicken wings. The lady said one chicken wing? He said, “No, one order.” She said, “So one chicken wing.” Then he said, “No, one order.” You can probably guess that this went on for a while. Then Jimmy instant messages me when I was eating and asks where to get chicken wings. I think it was a sign.
I did my research and it looks like the Internets and message boards name Blondie’s in the Upper West side as some of the best authentic Buffalo-style wings in New York City. That means non-breaded, deep-fried and sauced. Headed out there with Jimmy and Sam to cure my craving and kill the voices in my head.
The wings did their job. Although I have to think other places in New York should be able to make just as good, if not better, wings. I can’t say they were mind blowing, but they were solid. Unlimited wings for $11.95 Monday nights, Bubba.
Blondie’s – 212 W 79th St (btw Broadway & Amsterdam Ave) New York 10024