I don't know what it's like in everyone else's neck of the woods, but here in Calgary we suddenly have a lot of 'pubs'. I'm not talking about regular neighbourhood bars - I mean actual pubs.
I have a theory. I don't think this preponderance of pubs has anything to do with our sudden fondness for British cuisine as much as it has to do with mens' appreciation of short tartan skirts.
Sort of like 'Hooters' for leg men...
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Since you bring up chicken wings......
What in the corn-bread f@&#^ is wrong with all the restaurants and bars in this town? There's about 4 that I know of that can make chicken wings correctly.
Here's the "secret": Deep-fry them for 8 minutes, toss them in a 4 litre sour cream pail (AFTER it's been emptied of sour cream and washed, moron!) with 2 fluid ounces of Frank's Hot Sauce. FRANK'S HOT SAUCE!! Not whatever Thai, peanut, green-chili, soya-pepper crap that happens to be on sale at the Superstore this week.
FRANK'S HOT SAUCE!!
Then, put then on a plate and bring them to me. That's it...that's all. If you put one single thing on the plate other than the wings, I will graciously accept them, and then wait until you turn around to leave. When you do, I will pick up the plate and whip it at you as hard as I can. I will then deny all knowledge of the event.
If I wanted one of 48 flavours of wings, I would have ordered something that tasted like that. If I wanted Teriyaki wings I would have ordered a teriyaki chicken; if I wanted sweet and sour wings, I would have ordered sweet and sour ribs; if I wanted them breaded and tossed with soya-pepper from Guam, I WOULD HAVE ORDERED A FREAKIN' SOYA-PEPPER FROM GUAM CHICKEN BURGER!!!
They're wings....why must we attempt to make them taste like every other food on the planet. Here's an idea for you haute-wing-cuisine "pubs": take everything off the menu and replace it with chicken flavoured like whatever it's supposed to be. We don't need salad, we'll serve wings with ranch dressing; we don't need dry ribs, we'll serve salt and pepper wings; we don't need steak, we'll serve BBQ wings.
Jeeezus.
The ironic thing is that properly served wings cost pennies. All there is to it is some wings, hot sauce, and a plate. The Poulet-Chefs that seem to be taking over our pub scene attempt to hide their suspect culinary skills and jack up their food cost by putting everything from salad dressing to carrots on the plate.
How did it all go so wrong......?
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