fuckin' silly. Bike up to the plank on
Monday 8/24 for some dumb-ass wing crushing. Ah, and the wings
themselves... Fried. Not excessively, classic sauce, Frank's I
suspect. Two carrots, two celery spears, 2oz Bleu cheese dressing.
Spicy but not ridiculous. Rates a fully polished bone. With a
tendency to linger at the joint... I could eat more now, but I don't
want to sleep on the couch (this week).