Tag: Unidentified Venue
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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 in the background — a plate of oysters on ice. Whoever I was dining with had better taste than me, or at least a bigger budget. No restaurant name in frame,…
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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 culinary equivalent of wearing sunscreen so you can stay out longer. No restaurant name in the shot, but it was a good enough plate to justify skipping the grill entirely. If…
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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 to live near. No logo on the container, no receipt in frame — the Seaport keeps its secrets as tightly as its parking prices. If you’re in the area anyway: 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 placemats. By now I think we can agree Southborough and I had a whole thing going in 2018–2019 and I never once learned the restaurant’s name. Some relationships are like that.…
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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 in the wider shot, which strongly suggests I’d found a real bar-menu situation rather than a one-off wing plate. Still can’t tell you the name of the place. I was too…
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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 2018. Wings, celery, a black ramekin of ranch, a white plate — the platonic ideal of “fine, unremarkable, would order again.” No restaurant name survives in the photo, which by this…
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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: a white plate, a respectable pile of wings, and a blue ramekin of ranch that suggests at least a mid-tier establishment. Still no restaurant name anywhere in frame. I was clearly…
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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 of nautical eagle motif going on. This has “sports bar within walking distance of Copley Square” written all over it, right down to the presentation, but not one shred of a…
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Waltham Takeout, Mystery Box Edition
A cardboard container, some wax paper, and wings that clearly traveled some distance before I photographed them — that’s Waltham, September 2016. No box branding, no receipt, nothing. Just the aftermath. I want to say this was a good decision at the time. The wings look reasonably glazed and the celery made it into the…
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A Nameless Harvard Square Wing Stop (RIP, My Memory)
Somewhere within stumbling distance of Harvard Square, in the summer of 2016, I ate a plate of wings so unremarkable in a place so unidentifiable that a decade later I genuinely cannot tell you where this was. There’s a beer. There’s a blue-rimmed plate. There’s celery doing its usual thankless job. That’s the entire crime…