THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS

Mmmmmmmmmmm...Chicken Wings, well chicken in general is possibly one of Gods greatest creations and without it I think I would DIE. Maybe not die but cry and poo a little because I would be without the tastiest of meats. I mean its just so versatile I can eat chicken cooked in any way it wouldn't matter it could be baked, fried, spit roasted, boiled, BBQ'd,...poached?!? I mean any way I would still LOVE IT and ENJOY IT. Any food that you can eat with your hands is PHUN food and yes the Pee Aitch kind because all your manners and proper consuming etiquette are thrown all out the window. Just bringin it back OL SCHOOL to the savage days just ripping and tearing at the wing with your teeth while you holler out to the libation wench for more hawaiian punch, as the sauce just drips out the side of your mouth on to your white hoodie, then swearing out loud that you got a stain on your white hoodie, then accidently wiping your already stained hoodie with your already dirty napkin, then trying to cover it up with a napkin bib but your napkin is already dirty so it looks bad either way, then you're still mad because your libation wench hasn't come with your hawaiian punch refill....I mean just to describe a possible situation if wings were to be eaten. But nevertheless wings make me happy inside for a bit till you gotta drop the kids off at the pool and their friends and their sacks of poop.

Sooooo all this jibber jabber about wings brings me to our latest adventure to ORIGINALS North Yorks finest wingery, reserved for the boyZ as a place to visit once every 2 months or so to fulfill the void left in our minds and in our stomachs that can only be filled by this tasty chicken appendage. Well it all started on one beautiful stary Thursday night after a long day at work a couple of characters and myself (characters include: Dirty Marquez & Miss. Jai) decided to trek to North York, despite the rising gas prices. Everything just seemed to be going well right from the get go; the usual missed exit to get to Bayview wasn't missed and finding parking without getting ticket wasn't hard at all. The atmosphere was set the crowd wasn't too loud, the table was clean, my ginger ale tasted like ginger ale, I started to think to myself that this was beginning to be the makings of a fantastic night. The house band/middle aged garage band was awesome playing such hits from todays hot artists The Pussycat Dolls, The Black Eyed Peas, and THE Coldplay. Opposed to the regular in house DJ LAME-O playing the best of MC Mario or Dance Dance Dance Vol. 4, why 4? I have no idea. At last the food has arrived 14 succulent drumstick sized chicken wings sitting on a bed of fries and veg and on the side the irresistible sour cream slash dill slash ranch dipping sauce that is to die for. I think I can honestly dip anything into that sauce and it would taste like heaven, even dipping beets into this sauce will make it taste like ambrosia. Now on past visits the large order of wings is way too much for me usually tapping out after the 11th wing and handful of fries, but tonight the wing Gods were on my side I managed to finish the whole platter veg and all (*pat on back). So to cap off the already wonderful glorious night the drive home was perfect. Since we started going to Originals the exit onto the 401 going home was always closed and we would have to drive all the way to Yorkdale to find an open exit to go home. But that faithful thursday night the stars just seemed to be aligned in our favour alongside the wing Gods were guiding us home safely to meet our throwns that await in our homes...for the poop. (que song "The Wind Beneath My Wings")


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Earl "The Hurl" Falco