(Guest Blogger - Josh Young)
A shout out to Jen & Jason for letting me guest blog. I'm the last person I expected to write about wings.
I don't do wings. Like horse racing & Bud Light, its one of my many "dislikes." However, tonight was different. Twitter friend Lily Jang of KCPQ Fox 13 and Lisa Gangel of KING 5 (and hot) fame were hosting a University of Washington "Pup" rally at the Wing Dome on Greenwood, just two miles from my house. They were mc'ing: asking college basketball trivia, looking hot & having a regular good time.
A chance for a "tweet-up" and an opportunity to take Buster to a restaurant? I couldn't pass this up. I grabbed Caity, my wife, leashed the dog & we are off.
70 degrees & sunny on otherwise ordinary Wednesday, we strolled into Wing Dome. I've been here many times, usually with WSU Rugby buddies. Rarely do I eat wings. Why? Because, fuck you. That's why.
Anyway, I looked over the menu & joked with my wife, Caity, that it was too bad the Irwin's were here to write about it. I like their blog more than wings themselves. I scoped out the multiple flavors & amount offered. 50, 60 wings? C'mon. 1-7 alarm? Ugh. This isn't Man vs. Food.
A few flavors stood out - Garlic, BBQ, Spicy Chipolte and Caribbean Jerk. I played it safe & chose BBQ. Also, for only $.59 per 10 wings, I could have them wet. Now, normally I wouldn't have paid this any mind, but I remember seeing something about the Irwin's preferring wet wings & since I like other things wet - burritos & women, I went wet.
With wings, we ordered waffle fries & a "Mannys" to drink.
As I mentioned, we were there for the Husky "pup" rally & being a Coug, I was looking for anyway to crash the party. I got word of a 7 Alarm challenge going on and put in a request with the Wing Dome corporates on hand, that I wanted in. Finally, Lisa Gangel came up to me with the microphone, asked my name & why I wanted to do the 7 Alarm challenge. I responded, "Josh" and "For all the Cougs in the house!" Silence. Fucking Huskies, no sense of humor.
After a couple minutes, they shoved a 7 Alarm wing in my face. Soaked, in what appeared to be "shit," on a bed of lettuce, I gave it a look over and thought about what Adam from Man vs. Food would do. I opted for - putting the entire wing in mouth & sucking it clean like a Hong Kong hooker sucking a cock. In one swoop, all the sauce, skin and meat came off. After only two or three chews, I swallowed it down. Game over. Winner: Me.
What was my prize? An ice cream sandwich (oh so needed) and $15 Wing Dome gift card. A moment passed, then the hiccups came. More like fucksuckups, because they fucking sucked. Heat on my tongue and pain in my tummy had me second guessing my bravado, but only for a second.
After a few more minutes of feeling like a pussy, I went back outside to the deck, where Caity, Buster and my BBQ wings were waiting.
Finally, the wings I'd been waiting for. Wing Dome advertised "wet" and "wet" my wings were. Soaked is more like it. And delicious. Yes, I said it. Much tastier than expected. The ideal blend of salt, sweet, heat and sauce. The skin was chewy yet tender and meat was succulent. The slow burn of the 7 Alarm was still simmering in my mouth, when a Wing Dome corporatist, brought me a Mountain Dew, on the house (very impressed by the hospitable folks at Wing Dome).
Just before we left, the Wing Dome folks came up & gave us another gift card for being good patrons. I'll give Buster credit for that one, because he's one cute motherfucker.
Overall, it was the best experience I've had with wings. I'd like to go back & eat more, at least at Wing Dome on Greenwood. Flavor, texture, amount of sauce & everything else was top notch. I spent a sunny afternoon with the wife, won a couple gift cards, handled the 7 Alarm challenge, hopefully pissed off some Huskies and ate some damn good wings.
I don't do wings. Like horse racing & Bud Light, its one of my many "dislikes." However, tonight was different. Twitter friend Lily Jang of KCPQ Fox 13 and Lisa Gangel of KING 5 (and hot) fame were hosting a University of Washington "Pup" rally at the Wing Dome on Greenwood, just two miles from my house. They were mc'ing: asking college basketball trivia, looking hot & having a regular good time.
A chance for a "tweet-up" and an opportunity to take Buster to a restaurant? I couldn't pass this up. I grabbed Caity, my wife, leashed the dog & we are off.
70 degrees & sunny on otherwise ordinary Wednesday, we strolled into Wing Dome. I've been here many times, usually with WSU Rugby buddies. Rarely do I eat wings. Why? Because, fuck you. That's why.
Anyway, I looked over the menu & joked with my wife, Caity, that it was too bad the Irwin's were here to write about it. I like their blog more than wings themselves. I scoped out the multiple flavors & amount offered. 50, 60 wings? C'mon. 1-7 alarm? Ugh. This isn't Man vs. Food.
A few flavors stood out - Garlic, BBQ, Spicy Chipolte and Caribbean Jerk. I played it safe & chose BBQ. Also, for only $.59 per 10 wings, I could have them wet. Now, normally I wouldn't have paid this any mind, but I remember seeing something about the Irwin's preferring wet wings & since I like other things wet - burritos & women, I went wet.
With wings, we ordered waffle fries & a "Mannys" to drink.
As I mentioned, we were there for the Husky "pup" rally & being a Coug, I was looking for anyway to crash the party. I got word of a 7 Alarm challenge going on and put in a request with the Wing Dome corporates on hand, that I wanted in. Finally, Lisa Gangel came up to me with the microphone, asked my name & why I wanted to do the 7 Alarm challenge. I responded, "Josh" and "For all the Cougs in the house!" Silence. Fucking Huskies, no sense of humor.
After a couple minutes, they shoved a 7 Alarm wing in my face. Soaked, in what appeared to be "shit," on a bed of lettuce, I gave it a look over and thought about what Adam from Man vs. Food would do. I opted for - putting the entire wing in mouth & sucking it clean like a Hong Kong hooker sucking a cock. In one swoop, all the sauce, skin and meat came off. After only two or three chews, I swallowed it down. Game over. Winner: Me.
What was my prize? An ice cream sandwich (oh so needed) and $15 Wing Dome gift card. A moment passed, then the hiccups came. More like fucksuckups, because they fucking sucked. Heat on my tongue and pain in my tummy had me second guessing my bravado, but only for a second.
After a few more minutes of feeling like a pussy, I went back outside to the deck, where Caity, Buster and my BBQ wings were waiting.
Finally, the wings I'd been waiting for. Wing Dome advertised "wet" and "wet" my wings were. Soaked is more like it. And delicious. Yes, I said it. Much tastier than expected. The ideal blend of salt, sweet, heat and sauce. The skin was chewy yet tender and meat was succulent. The slow burn of the 7 Alarm was still simmering in my mouth, when a Wing Dome corporatist, brought me a Mountain Dew, on the house (very impressed by the hospitable folks at Wing Dome).
Just before we left, the Wing Dome folks came up & gave us another gift card for being good patrons. I'll give Buster credit for that one, because he's one cute motherfucker.
Overall, it was the best experience I've had with wings. I'd like to go back & eat more, at least at Wing Dome on Greenwood. Flavor, texture, amount of sauce & everything else was top notch. I spent a sunny afternoon with the wife, won a couple gift cards, handled the 7 Alarm challenge, hopefully pissed off some Huskies and ate some damn good wings.
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