This time, when my number came up, the office was ordering Buffalo Wild Wings. Such a relief — there's a menu, and it's pretty much only wings, right?
Uh, no. It's a five-page menu with burgers, ribs, sandwiches, salads and shrimp in addition to wings. And the people at the office eat wings so often they have special orders and half-and-half combos and such.
Once all the details were on paper and I was holding all the cash and credit cards, I was tachycardic, with maybe a little constriction of the left brachial artery — that's how anxious I was.
Fortunately, the office orders its special orders from Buffalo Wild Wings frequently enough that the restaurant workers know what to do. Thank you once again, restaurant workers of Middle Tennessee, for saving my bacon by doing so much more than your job actually calls for.
The mild wings were good enough to scratch the itch. Boss's specially concocted Parmesan-wild wings were really good, definitely a special order worth ordering.
What about you all — mild or wild? And should we add "wing places" to the wave of invasions that now includes frozen yogurt, cupcakes and coffeehouses?