Three Wings for the tailgaters under the sky,
Seven for the bar-lords in their boozy halls,
Nine for morsel men hooked on pie,
One for the Sauce Lord behind dark walls
In the time of football when the chickens die.
One Wing to rule them all, One Wing to boss them,
One Wing to bring them all, and in this kitchen sauce them,
In the time of football when the chickens die.
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For real, though, I’ve been trying Korean fried wings at various places the past year, and while they haven’t all been winners, on average, they’ve been better than the more traditional wing joints (like Wing Stop, Buffalo Wild Wings, etc.).
The most recent place I tried, they were some of the best I’ve had, period. They were well seasoned without being over seasoned. Crispy skin with a juicy interior. Nice sauce. And when she saw the basket, my Mom thought they’d given us the wrong order- the drummette sides were almost as big as a legit drumstick.
So if you like wings, look around your stomping grounds to see if you have any Korean chicken joints around. You may be in for a real discovery!