It was pure goodness. That's the only way to describe the experience.
Six fried wings (with skin, of course, since that's how they get so crispy) slathered in mango-habanero sauce. Fried onion rings. Wash it all down with Dr. Pepper.
The doctor won't like it. My health -- well, you don't go to Buffalo Wild Wings to be healthy.
Next time, I'm upgrading the sauce one notch higher. We'll see whether "hot" lives up to its claim.
The occasion was my daughter's birthday. Happy Birthday, Ashley! It's hard to believe 17 years have come and gone so quickly. I'm proud of you!
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