Originally from Upstate and then going to school in Buffalo -- I know a thing or two about hot wings. I like them hot, but still tolerable -- which means tears down the cheek with a pleasant flame in throughout the mouth.
I used to go out with my father once a week and grab a couple of beers with him -- we would sit there and eat hot wings and people would walk by and stare in amazment -- here these two grown men were sitting around with tears flowing down their cheeks -- pretty funny now that I sit back and recall the experience.
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I've yet to dephile myself...
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