To the permafrost people of Western New York, chicken wings aren’t just delicious, hot sauce-slathered fried food, they’re a full-blown, farm-raised, identity.
I should know, having grown up in the Canada of New York myself. If chicken wings are the region’s religion, the Anchor Bar (the birthplace of the Buffalo wing) is its most vaunted house of worship, even if you (correctly) prefer Duff’s.
