Classic Overwing Weekend: Post-Mortem
To Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea. They came from Portugal to Mansfield, Ohio, and all points in between, with one thing on their mind: Chicken Wings and plenty of 'em. It was a journey that started in the Mecca and Medina of edible poultry limbs and ended 180 minutes to the east where the art has been perfected.
While Jitter, Javen and TT might be best able to relay the events of their exploits in Erie County, I'll take you the last furlong. Dateline: Syracuse, New York, Grant Blvd to be exact, where the Wings were hot and so were the sweaty men at Change of Pace Sports Bar, home of the best Chicken Wings in Syracuse.
Here is a brief pictoral recap of the evening:
Young Toastie got a late Christmas gift from our friend Mr Tomsich. A powder blue vinyl jacket that said "Margie" and emblazoned with the Old Style emblem. If you don't know Old Style, then you don't know Chicago's finest beer.
Yes, Toastie, we CAN feel you!
Isn't he cute?
And this jacket fit like a 5'11" glove!
Messrs Bohall and Tomsich welcome themselves to flavor country. It may not be Buffalo, but the wings are just as good if not better.
Jitter mocks all comers by enjoying his wings in front of jealous vegetarians. Too bad, non-meat-eating suckers.
Willie decides to give up his veganism and try a chicken wing for the first time. He will not be looking back.
Billy want wingie, but Jitter says, "Not in my house, Jackson!"
What a magical weekend. In olden times, they used to throw the chicken wings and legs away! What a waste. Look at the all the enjoyment people in olden times missed out on. When can we have a Garbage Plate weekend?
These pictures were provided by Javen's camera, but he obviously didn't take all of them, since he's in some of them.
While Jitter, Javen and TT might be best able to relay the events of their exploits in Erie County, I'll take you the last furlong. Dateline: Syracuse, New York, Grant Blvd to be exact, where the Wings were hot and so were the sweaty men at Change of Pace Sports Bar, home of the best Chicken Wings in Syracuse.
Here is a brief pictoral recap of the evening:
Young Toastie got a late Christmas gift from our friend Mr Tomsich. A powder blue vinyl jacket that said "Margie" and emblazoned with the Old Style emblem. If you don't know Old Style, then you don't know Chicago's finest beer.
Yes, Toastie, we CAN feel you!
Isn't he cute?
And this jacket fit like a 5'11" glove!
Messrs Bohall and Tomsich welcome themselves to flavor country. It may not be Buffalo, but the wings are just as good if not better.
Jitter mocks all comers by enjoying his wings in front of jealous vegetarians. Too bad, non-meat-eating suckers.
Willie decides to give up his veganism and try a chicken wing for the first time. He will not be looking back.
Billy want wingie, but Jitter says, "Not in my house, Jackson!"
What a magical weekend. In olden times, they used to throw the chicken wings and legs away! What a waste. Look at the all the enjoyment people in olden times missed out on. When can we have a Garbage Plate weekend?
These pictures were provided by Javen's camera, but he obviously didn't take all of them, since he's in some of them.
posted by Unknown at 3:14 PM
1 Comments:
Old Style coat, so form fitting, so tight, so wonderful!!! Margie knew what to wear I tells ya!! Classic overwing weekend superb and I do like Billy's idea for classic over garbage plate weekend, however one will surely die on that day my friends. Think about it, how do you feel after a garbage plate, not so hot. How do you think you'd feel after several??!! But I like the enthusiasm and I am not saying I won't be a part of it. You'd have to pry that garbage plate away from my cold dead hands.
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