Wings
Chicken wings, wherever they’re found.
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Southborough, Take Two: Now With a Flatbread Chaser
Back in Southborough less than a year later, and this time I upgraded — there’s a buffalo chicken flatbread and a bowl of popcorn…
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Wings and Bacon at the Home Office, No Regrets
This is one of my favorite entries in the whole archive: a grey plate of wings and a few strips of bacon, eaten at…
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Pre-Holiday Wings, Because Priorities
Three days before Christmas, and instead of cookies or a ham, the kitchen produced a grey plate of wings. I respect this decision entirely…
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The Placemat Era
September 2018, Acton, and a blue plate resting on a placemat with enough pattern to suggest someone in this household was, at some point,…
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Southborough, Take One
The first of what turns out to be a small trilogy of Southborough wing outings, this one from a low-key Memorial Day weekend in…
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Cambridge, Round Two: Still No Idea Where
Nine months after the Harvard Square incident, I was back in Cambridge, apparently unable to learn from my own poor documentation habits. This time:…
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A Perfectly Unremarkable Tuesday
No occasion, no experiment, no new sauce — just a plain white plate of wings on what the timestamp insists was a Tuesday in…
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Wings at the Desk: A Working Lunch, Sort Of
There’s a keyboard in this photo, which tells you everything about the state of my work-life balance in March 2017. Somewhere between emails, I…
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Back Bay Basket Wings: A Sports Bar Blur
January in Back Bay, wings and fries served in a basket lined with the classic red-and-white checkered paper, at a table with some kind…
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The One That Started It All (Probably)
Every obsession has an origin story, and as far as this archive goes, this might be it — a blue plate, a Belmont kitchen,…