I have been stuck in a rut lately. I have eaten a ton of wings since my last post but all from the usual places. Each experience was related to spending time with important people in my life, so its worth eating Graveyard a few times.
In my personal life, I have been stuck as well. I’m at a crux. I’m at an anxiety induced middle ground where my heart and mind are not syncing up. My heart wants certain wings that just haven’t been happening. The wings I have are enough and I am enjoying them but the rest of my wing eating is uncertain.
It’s hard for me to write much more than that. I am trying to distract myself with salads and soup but it doesn’t cut it.
To try and get my mind off of things, I want to try somewhere I haven’t been yet. Please vote in the poll below to help me decide where to get wings next.
A lot of media outlets have named Fox Brother’s BBQ as the home of the best smoked wings in Atlanta. I have plenty of friends who say they aren’t, mostly for the sake of being counter to the popular.
I am guilty of going against hype. I have not seen the Harry Potter movies (or read the books) or watched Breaking Bad, gone to prom or drank Kombucha yet, pretty much because people tell me I HAVE TO DO THOSE THINGS! I don’t like that kind of pressure. I want to like something on my own accord. That’s why going into Fox Bro.’s I wanted the wings because I wanted wings and to make my own decision about them.
I have had wings three times in less than 7 days. I had wings Thursday with my comedy buddy and regular buddy Dan at Taco Mac in the Highlands. Easy. 6 wings and fries. Honey Chipotle. Good conversation. Nothing to brag or complain about.
I had wings at Graveyard Tuesday night. Easy. 10-12 wings, Zombie sauce, and talking comedy. It was convenient and did what they needed to do.
I really do not get sick of wings so it was an easy decision to spend $17 on a combo plate at Fox Bro.’s last night for pulled pork, 4 smoked wings, baked beans, and mac ‘n cheese.
I rarely do this but I ordered sauce on the side so I could really appreciate the experience from the skin to the meat to the sauce. The first wing I had, I went sans sauce to really see if they could craft their meat like they say they do.
HOLY HELL. Those wings were so luscious. The meat was juicy, tender, and had smoke down to the bone. The size was perfect. The skin had the right amount of dry seasoning and crisp that was flavorful on its own. I was gnawing on those bones like a bitch [dog]. The subsequent wings I drizzled the hot BBQ sauce on the gorgeous beasts of meat. The sauce adds another flavorful dimension that only adds to the wing.
Only offering one sauce for their smoked wings was the best decision Fox Bro.’s could make. It is the perfect balance. Thank goodness I was in company of people who had seen me eat wings before because I was pretty much making out with those wings from chicken heaven. I didn’t even touch my pulled pork. (I brought it home with a massive container of sauce.)
I felt content after indulging in those wings. I love moments where I’m almost enraptured by wings because they are so tasty. They live up to the hype. I believe there are other places with excellent smoked wings but Fox Bro.’s deserves the top spot in the smoked category thus far.
I could have said, “Naw, I am never going to Fox Brother’s because EVERYONE goes there and it’s full of people who only came here because they read about it in Atlanta magazine! And I won’t ever have their wings because people ALWAYS talk about them. I go to only trailers in cash checking parking lots for my wings.” There is a place and time for all types of wings. I love off-the-beaten-path wings but you can’t dog a place that’s popular…there is a reason people flock to a place like Fox Bro.’s. I want to try as many wings as I can from all parts of Atlanta whether it’s a highly popular neighborhood sports bar or Chinese take out joint that has killer wings.
While I agree with the talk about Fox Brother’s wings, I do not plan on watching Harry Potter (even though beloved actor Alan Rickman sadly passed away recently) or Breaking Bad anytime soon.
I was so happy to go to Raleigh, NC visit my parents over Christmas and my very busy 21 year old sister carved out a little time to go get wings with me. Having a little of her time is almost impossible so I was glad to have some quality sister time doing our semi-annual wing eating.
We went to a local sports bar where I got the recommended grilled wings with “Dave’s Sauce” which was a pepper based BBQ hot sauce.
The first 3 wings of the 5 pack were really flavorful and the texture of the meat was falling off the bone (which is a good and bad thing).
It’s good to have tender meat but it should stay on the bone when you pick it up. But, as the temperature of the wings cooled, the texture of the skin became rubbery and not one with the tender meat. Grilled wings are a breed of their own and I don’t want to compare the grilled variety to the fried and/or baked variety where the skin melds with the meat and gives that nice crunch. They just didn’t hold up as I ate them.
The more I ate these wings at a run of the mill sports bar in the Raleigh suburb of Carey, the more I didn’t want them. I only ate 4 out of 5 wings; very unlike me.
I didn’t let the change in the wings affect the time I had with my sister but it got me thinking about how our tastes change, even as you keep gnawing on the carcass.
I may think I’ll like a new wing flavor on the menu but once I have it, I don’t want it anymore or it doesn’t taste like I expect it. Sometimes you make friends that you think their sauce is for you and it’s good at first but slowly the flavor changes. I know I have had trouble in recent times having friends take a less active role or leave my life. It hurts when you think people are choosing not to be friends with you but it’s because maybe their tastes have changed. Maybe I was their “Dave’s Sauce”.
I made a few girlfriends when I first moved back to Atlanta. I was so grateful to have a social life but insecure that I made no money, couldn’t afford to go out, and couldn’t relate. These girls were true Buckhead Betties. Every time I was with them, I knew our tastes weren’t the same but they were on my Buffalo Wild Wings: available, in my neighborhood, and alright. I used to love “B-Dub’s” because that’s all I knew but once I tried more and more wings, my tastes changed. Eventually, I wanted to expose myself to sauces and flavors that blended with my tastes better. I had to eventually pick a new wing spot because I felt awful after being around them (like after eating at Buffalo Wild Wings). I don’t have any ill feelings towards them but my taste buds and their flavors didn’t meld.
This time of year marks decisive change for so many people, like making a hard decisions about friendships or wings. Sometimes I have to force myself to change how the wings taste. I’m motivated to change because there is only so little time you can be okay with Buffalo Wild Wings (which I had this past weekend after roller skating and laser tag). . I don’t hate Buffalo Wild Wings…there’s a time and a place for it and for people who are like that in your life. I have accepted that I maybe not be someone’s flavor.
The sauce I’m craving now is one full of hard work, late nights, filling notebooks, fostering meaningful relationships, and a healthy lifestyle (including plenty of wings).