Mike Doyle of Chicago Carless celebrates a low-key birthday: Take Me Out hot wings (“the wings are fried to a succulent, caramelized, crispy goodness reminscent of roast duck, then smothered with a spicy-sweet mix of soy sauce, chili, ginger, and garlic.”) followed by ice cream at Margie’s Candies (“Bucktown’s 87-year-old ice cream icon from which I have been known to stagger away with a sugar coma lasting until the next day”).
Except for, you know, that part after the wings but before the ice cream when there was that huge massive tornado-ing thunder storm that turned the sky green and made water rush up from the manhole covers and Mike had to cower for his life in a loading dock at Merchandise Mart. That part.
Cincinnati Jamie and the Hot Wings of Doom [Chicago Carless]
