How far does one go in the quest for greatness? Magellan sailed around the world. Michael Phelps swam every single day for four years. Keanu Reeves attained greatness in Bill & Ted….and then spent years trying to re-attain that pinnacle of excellence. Me? I prefer to hop in the car, drive to Westchester, and find greatness in deep-fried poultry appendages covered with buffalo sauce.
On Sunday morning, Traci and I hopped in the car and drove up to the Candlelight Inn and met Brian, Sara, & Lee for wings. I mean, it’s only a half hour drive each way. And, in my humble opinion, these are the best wings in the state [ed. note -- Brendan has never had wings anywhere north of I-287, so his myopic view of the "state" should be ignored]. Better than Down the Hatch; better than Blondie’s; better than Firehouse; better than the Town Tavern; and better than insert-place-that-you-incorrectly-think-has-wings-better-than-candlelight. Never mind, my opinion is not humble; it’s right; and those of you that try to disagree with it simply have incorrect opinions. These wings have crispy skin and tender, juicy meat on the inside. I think one of their “secrets” is that they don’t separate the thigh from the wing, which probably locks in more flavor. And the sauce; the sauce is critical. The wings aren’t soaked in buffalo sauce; they’re lightly tossed. The sauce is spicy, yet creamy. I could go on all day, but then you’d get bored.
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