George Three had taken a trip to Buffalo for wings with George Two.
He knew about Duff’s.
We were hungry after the morning flight delay. It was almost dinner time.
I was able to take one bite from my dear wife Karen’s medium wing. It was blazing hot! They sure label heat differently there than the places we eat around Syracuse.
I adored the Beef on Weck half of my combo. I dumped the little boat of gravy right on top of the beef. No dipping for me!
Even the Carolina Gold wings (think honey mustard) were hotter than what I’d thought when I ordered. I ate them all, though, now prepped for our drive east on the New York State Thruway.