Insert key, drive to Buffalo Wild Wings, order
boneless "wings" with lots of sauce in some combination of Caribbean Jerk, Honey BBQ, and Asian Zing, maybe with some Spicy Garlic or Garlic Parmesan mixed in for good measure, then wake up the next morning and sit on the toilet until noon reading news and ARFCOM on my Blackberry.
I've never found good real wings anywhere except a small sports bar in downtown Des Moines, Iowa back in 1997. They were magical. The biggest, juiciest, most fall-off-the-bone flappers I've ever seen, non-breaded, and with a perfect, flavorful sauce that made your lips sting a little but was way worth it. It was located in the bottom of a tall office building and had glass windows for outer walls. Had a bit of a red/orange glow inside due to the neon I think, tall round bar tables in the middle. I wasn't driving so I can't remember where it was.