Baked, grilled, barbecue-sauced, ordering Buffalo wings outside Buffalo was an express train to sorrow. Along the way, as I’ve encountered cooks’ bids for wing fame, I keep coming back to the question: What is a Buffalo wing? Or flip that query over: When do you say “that’s not a Buffalo wing”? I have a friend who is a strict ritualist and rejects La Nova’s place in the Buffalo wing pantheon. But I’ll never call it a Buffalo wing.

Source: Ethiopian News March 27, 2019 09:11 UTC