Everyone has that go-to food spot that your significant other is sick of (if not grossed out by) but will go along just to appease you. For me, that place is Wingstop.
Maybe it's because Wingstop is nowhere near my house on Telegraph Hill, so those sauced-tossed wings always taste deliciously novel to me (someone could make a boatload if they opened one in the center of the city). Perhaps I just love that the aviation-themed decor makes me want to pretend my chicken wing is a steering rod for my imaginary fighter jet (sound effects included). More likely, it's that Wingstop food is just damn good quality — it's not pre-made, reheated fast food.
Some people will tell me that buffalo wings shouldn’t be consider a whole meal. Well, I say Kim Kardashian shouldn’t be considered a whole celebrity either, but she kinda is.
You get my point.
