Buffalo Joe’s has long been my standard for wings but I never find myself in that neighborhood anymore. The last time I went out of my way to get there the wings were so scrawny and grey I found them inedible. Major disappointment.
Today, by chance, I found myself in reasonable proximity to Da Beef’s rec of House of Wings. The parking gods smiled on me as I found a spot right in front with time on the meter.
The interior is cramped, (3) micro tables with a couple of stools along the counter window. Aside from the wings, the typical dog, beef, etc was offered. The oldster was manning the register and a possible illegal worked in back cleaning celery with care.
Wings are offered single, double, or party order. A single order is $5.25 for eight pieces or $5.75 for “crispy” -- they could be ordered buffalo or BBQ. I immediately appreciated the fact that celery and blue cheese or ranch came with the order and they described the quantity in terms of “pieces” and not “wings” as others obfuscate. There was no heat level specification offered.
There was no line as I placed my single order for crispy buffalo ranch (I know I know). I sat in a stool and watched said oldster shuffle off to work. The wings went in the deep fryer, and I amused myself with a pencil puzzle I keep in my back pocket for just such occasions. Several others placed orders for non-wing fare as I bided my time. After checking, meticulously, several times, the wings were plopped into a Tupperware-like container. Some sauce was precisely squirted onto the chicken. A top was affixed with some fasteners and said oldster began to shake the wings. He made sure to shake them to the east, west, north, and south – upside down, sideways, and aright. He was almost dancing. He removed the securing mechanisms, found something amiss, resecured and danced some more.
The wings were placed in the standard three compartment cardboard container along with many celery pieces, a container of decent dressing, two wet naps, and a hard candy mint. I wanted to shout stop as the container went with care into a plastic bag that he tied in one of those ways I can’t figure out – but I was stuck in the moment – I also knew I pack cold steal that could make quick work of those fiendish plastic bag tie-ers.
Total wait time (14) minutes that I did not find excruciating. Still plenty of time on the parking meter. Enough time to whip out the camera. I wish digital cameras made that cool auto-film-advance sound as I coaxed my model to be her sexy self. Maybe I need another hobby.
The wings were quite meaty. Any more and the skin/fat to meat ratio would suffer. They were cooked to perfection – I’m leary of them undercooked and well done is a disaster. The sauce definitely tasted “buffalo” flavor. A bit of vinegar, a bit of heat, a bit sweet, though it lacked much butter flavor. The wings were crisp from a light coating of corn starch (?). They were delicious and the celery particularly fresh and cool. A winner all around.
In the great chicken wing pantheon that exists in the gullet of my mind’s eye Buffalo Joe’s, at the top of its game, still reigns supreme, though the wings were never as meaty. I might wish for a bit more heat and oleo from House of Wings, but considering the great care and pride put into the product, and the end result, I wish to change my mind.
House of Wings
2447 N Clark
773-929-9421
M-Th 11-9
F-S: 11-3
Sun: 12-8
Delivery offered
-ramon