speaking of eating odd things...

I went to a (fingers in Tommy Boy quotation style) restaurant called Wings-n-Things.

Some background information. I don't eat fast food at all. I rarely eat beef. When I handle raw meat at home I wear latex medical gloves. I trim every ounce of fat off of anything I eat and will spit food out onto my plate if it is too fatty. And I have maybe eaten 4 chicken wings in my entire life. And those have all been consumed in the last 5 years, two of them at a Superbowl party in 2004 and one at Oggis Pizza last year and one at dinner in Utah last week. That is it.

So after my motorcycle ride today I was super super hungry. The group suggested this ""restaurant"" called Wings-n-Things and I tried not to instantly balk and pretend to vomit. I went along. At least it wasn't Hooters and their owl meat. (I'm talking to you M!!)

I ordered the 3-strip combo. I had to break my boycott and drink a Coke product (ARRRGHH). So you get some carrot and celery sticks with ranch, 2 pretty good bread sticks and then 3 chicken strips cooked the normal way but then totally soaked in that vinegar/hot sauce thing that coats most wings. Not a meal I think anyone would have picked me eating. But I did. All of it. I might even go again....

(yes, that was the earth you felt stop turning for a moment. get over it.)