Wings
Chicken wings, wherever they’re found.
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A February Boxborough Batch
A blue plate against a dark kitchen backdrop, February 2022 — deep-winter wing energy, the kind of meal that exists specifically because it’s cold…
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North Andover: Wings Next to Oysters, As God Intended
A December visit to what was clearly a step up in venue: wings with ranch and hot sauce on the side, and — visible…
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Patio Wings and Crayons: An August Afternoon in Nashua
Patio weather, a rose in a stemmed glass, a cup of crayons doing nothing to keep the kids’ menu occupied, and a plate of…
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Fourth of July Wings in Fall River
Independence Day, 2021, and instead of a barbecue I apparently found a plate of wings with a little salad garnish for balance — the…
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March 2020 Wings: We All Coped Differently
Late March 2020. You know exactly what was happening in the world, and apparently my household’s response was to keep making wings, this batch…
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Seaport Takeout, No Name Attached
Late November, a black clamshell container, wings and fries, presumably eaten while looking at some very expensive waterfront real estate I could not afford…
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The Foil-Wrapped Rest Period
June 2019, and this batch got the foil-wrap treatment — letting the wings rest, tented, for a few minutes after coming out of the…
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Southborough, Take Three: We See a Pattern
The third and, as far as this archive shows, final Southborough wing outing — a dark ramekin of dip, a plain white plate, black…
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CJ’s Northside Grill: 50 Cents a Wing, RIP
This one I can actually name, and I wish I couldn’t, because it means telling you it’s gone. The table sign is right there…
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March Wings, No Particular Occasion
Early March 2019, a white-and-blue plate, wings arranged with more care than usual — almost fanned out, like I was trying to make a…