So funny situation here. Last weekend I was sober for a week. I had our fantasy football draft at a friends house. He recommended we try this wing place I've driven by many times. Said it was really good. Now, I can't remember any time I have had chicken wings and been happy I did afterwards.
These wigs were so good I went out of my way to get some tonight.
The question is, did I find an amazing wing joint? Or have I always hated piling wings in my stomach along with beer and liquor or on top of a hangover?
I have to be satisfied with answer #1, because I don't intend to put myself in a situation where #2 is ever possible again!