This is it, baby. We're talking chicken wings, those heart-clogging little wonders that put Buffalo back on the map!
Frank and Teressa's Anchor Bar is where they started one night in 1964 and they still pump them out in mass quantities.
I've had so-called "Buffalo Wings" around the country, and few come close to the simplicity of the original – deep-fried wings, butter, and hot sauce. No breading allowed, people! Wrong, wrong, wrong!
The Anchor Bar's wings are great - big, meaty wings that are crisp outside, and coated in that famous sauce in your choice of heat: mild, medium, hot, and suicidal. Serve 'em up hot with celery, blue cheese dressing, and a cold beer and you have Buffalo Heaven! Dip your wing in the dressing and dig in! They give you napkins and lots of them, but I find the tongue to be a more efficient cleaning machine . . .
The bar itself is super-casual – wood-paneled rooms covered in license plates from all over the States, pictures of the famous and infamous who have dined there, vinyl seat chairs and no attitude. During the evenings you may even catch a jazz combo playing for a modest cover charge. But really, who are we kidding? You're there for a grease-fest and you're going to wallow in every moment of your visit to the epicenter of a culinary icon. They even won a James Beard Food Award in 2003!
Few are the cities that are so closely tied to a single food, but such is our fortune. And we wouldn't have it any other way!
And oh, there is other stuff on the menu. Who cares?