Trying To Wing WING NIGHT…

Bad idea.

For about a year and a half, the hubs and I have been slathering ourselves in smoky, tangy, spicy sauces nearly every Wednesday night at this delicious sports bar that just happens to be less than two miles from our place. These cheap, habit-forming, award-winning wings were¬†too close for comfort. But I’m a new person now. I can withstand the WING!

Who am I kidding?

I am going to have to meticulously plan an attack to keep myself from cracking at the first sniff of steamy drumsticks being dipped into creamy homemade ranch dressing . . .

So last Wednesday, that is just what I did. I had a grilled chicken sandwich with a little bit of my favorite wing sauce on the side and I didn’t feel as if I was missing out. Granted, the $8 for the sammy was a 333% price increase over my usual wing night special, however my tummy was much happier for it. And so was my confidence.

I’d say that’s worth the $5.60

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