On a Happier Note

I was recently informed by the Canadian that there was a special fact about the Folklorist that I did not previously know: the Folklorist had, at some point in the past, comprehensively researched the offerings of wings in the DC metro area, including Maryland and Virginia.

Understand: this was no small undertaking. This involved lots of driving. This involved eating wings several times a week. This involved eating some very, very mediocre wings. At the end of the day, the Folklorist had visited upwards of 33 wing establishments.

We talked, the Folklorist and I, about all of this on Sunday. She tends towards the crispy in wings as well, and also values a good vaspy sauce. I was informed that mumbo wings are delicious. I regaled her with stories of country sweet. Apparently the best wings are in Reston, although she mentioned that there were very serviceable take out wings available in Georgetown as well. I was excited, Folklorist was excited, and Canadian was concerned.

Well, what could you do after a conversation like that? Only one thing: eat wings. The Folklorist knew her stuff. The take out place not only let you order online, but they clearly knew their wings. You could specify in your online order that you want drumsticks only (no!), flats only (imagine!), extra crispy (good), or extra "wet" (facilitates easy eating of flats, it turns out). Understand what I'm saying: the site actually used the word "flats." Check it out yerself.

They had a full range of sauce options-- including mumbo, but that's for another day-- and dipping options. Excellent steak fries as well, although I have yet to encounter a wing place outside the homeland that also serves the traditional doughy pizza accompaniment. Canadian and I dug in, and then we all learned about temple wing farts, which are a whole other story.