B Dubb's

As soon as I step through the door I’m hit with the amazing aroma of honey mustard, parmesan, garlic, teriyaki, chicken, and spiced potato wedges. Mmm, tonight’s going to be a good night. TV’s of every shape and size line the walls broadcasting every sport imaginable. People are sitting at their tables and the low rabble of their voices drowns out the sounds of the various pop songs playing over the speakers.

We walk right by the hostess, some of our friends are already here. We zig-zag through tables, booths, and waitresses picking up bits of conversations here and there. Finally, towards the back we see our group. A hand goes up signaling our seats. Everyone else has already ordered, we’re a little late. I slide into the cushy booth right next to my friend.

We signal the waitress, there’s no need to look at a menu; you’d have to be stupid not to order 40 cent wings on wing night. We put in our orders and now we wait. Since we’re a large group I know I won’t be eating in the very near future so I settle in and start people watching. A stocky man resembling George Castanza from Seinfeld walks by carrying a plump baby dressed in pink. I notice a couple on what appears to be their first date. Both fidget a bit in their seat and dart their eyes around the room. Both smile a lot and I can scarcely hear nervous laughter. All I could think of was how incredibly difficult it is to look attractive while eating chicken wings.

Finally, our wings arrive. I pick up one slimy little wing with the utmost care (in the beginning I always try to keep my fingers clean but in the end it doesn’t matter). I jut my teeth out as far as they’ll go trying not to get any sauce on my face. I peel off a crunchy layer of skin. The taste of parmesan garlic explodes into my mouth. One of the best combinations I’ve ever had. I love wing night at Buffalo Wild Wings.