Stupid Dares
I once dared my mate to eat one of those blue cakes out of a urinal. He won his 50p, and got his stomach pumped into the bargain.
Stupid dares, eh?
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 11:22)
I once dared my mate to eat one of those blue cakes out of a urinal. He won his 50p, and got his stomach pumped into the bargain.
Stupid dares, eh?
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 11:22)
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Buffalo wings!
My friend Pat was at the University of Buffalo about the time that the chicken wing craze started- you know, the ones with the hot sauce and blue cheese dressing. I don't know what they're called in England, but here they're called Buffalo wings as that's where they were first made.
The football team used to go to one bar in particular and order the wings as hot as the cook could make them. No matter what the guy did, they would always eat the things with a full beer in front of them that they wouldn't touch until the wings were finished, and would grin at the cook through the sauce. This infuriated the cook to no end, as he was proud of his volcanic wings.
One day they went in there and the cook saw them arrive and cooked up a few dozen wings, then brought them over. "These ones are on me, boys."
They each took a bite out of a wing, their eyes all lit up as one and they all grabbed fast for their beers. Pat only ate the one wing, but one of the guys was so determined that he ate the entire dozen.
It seems that the cook had gone to an Asian store and gotten some sort of concentrated pepper paste, had marinated the wings in them overnight, then diluted it just enough to make a sauce that he poured over the wings.
The football team all had blisters on their lips and tongues from the stuff, not to mention a major case of flaming anus.
They never dared that cook again.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 21:20, 5 replies)
My friend Pat was at the University of Buffalo about the time that the chicken wing craze started- you know, the ones with the hot sauce and blue cheese dressing. I don't know what they're called in England, but here they're called Buffalo wings as that's where they were first made.
The football team used to go to one bar in particular and order the wings as hot as the cook could make them. No matter what the guy did, they would always eat the things with a full beer in front of them that they wouldn't touch until the wings were finished, and would grin at the cook through the sauce. This infuriated the cook to no end, as he was proud of his volcanic wings.
One day they went in there and the cook saw them arrive and cooked up a few dozen wings, then brought them over. "These ones are on me, boys."
They each took a bite out of a wing, their eyes all lit up as one and they all grabbed fast for their beers. Pat only ate the one wing, but one of the guys was so determined that he ate the entire dozen.
It seems that the cook had gone to an Asian store and gotten some sort of concentrated pepper paste, had marinated the wings in them overnight, then diluted it just enough to make a sauce that he poured over the wings.
The football team all had blisters on their lips and tongues from the stuff, not to mention a major case of flaming anus.
They never dared that cook again.
( , Thu 1 Nov 2007, 21:20, 5 replies)
Ah!
So that's why they're called Buffalo wings. Always wondered that, as they seemed to be made of chicken, and not buffalo, which don't even have wings.
Now could someone explain fish fingers to me...?
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 8:21, closed)
So that's why they're called Buffalo wings. Always wondered that, as they seemed to be made of chicken, and not buffalo, which don't even have wings.
Now could someone explain fish fingers to me...?
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 8:21, closed)
I'm pretty sure....
that in England they're called chicken wings, with hot sauce and blue cheese dressing
although, blue cheese dressing sounds vile and repugnant to me.
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 9:25, closed)
that in England they're called chicken wings, with hot sauce and blue cheese dressing
although, blue cheese dressing sounds vile and repugnant to me.
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 9:25, closed)
blue cheese dressing
is one of the greatest accomplishments of mankind
It
Is
Awesome
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 10:18, closed)
is one of the greatest accomplishments of mankind
It
Is
Awesome
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 10:18, closed)
I've most often seen them
advertised as Buffalo wings. But thinking about it, I do go over to the US quite a lot, so I've probably seen them on menus there rather than here.
Blue cheese dressing is delicious. The Americans really have dressings down to a fine art, although I am occasionally irked when some establishments don't do honey mustard.
:-)
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:11, closed)
advertised as Buffalo wings. But thinking about it, I do go over to the US quite a lot, so I've probably seen them on menus there rather than here.
Blue cheese dressing is delicious. The Americans really have dressings down to a fine art, although I am occasionally irked when some establishments don't do honey mustard.
:-)
( , Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:11, closed)
Even more painful...
It's even worse at a wing place when you have to go and use the facilities after the inevitable pitchers of cheap draft beer have taken their toll. Almost everyone (male, that is) has forgotten to wash their hands BEFORE heading to the urinal. Can be damned uncomfortable depending upon the heat level of the sauce on the wings. Once spent an entire afternoon giggling at a cousin who kept subtly trying to scratch his crotch during a wedding service after we'd been out for some wing lunch.
( , Sat 3 Nov 2007, 4:04, closed)
It's even worse at a wing place when you have to go and use the facilities after the inevitable pitchers of cheap draft beer have taken their toll. Almost everyone (male, that is) has forgotten to wash their hands BEFORE heading to the urinal. Can be damned uncomfortable depending upon the heat level of the sauce on the wings. Once spent an entire afternoon giggling at a cousin who kept subtly trying to scratch his crotch during a wedding service after we'd been out for some wing lunch.
( , Sat 3 Nov 2007, 4:04, closed)
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