But what the restaurant is really known for is their wings. They have a bunch of sauces you can get on the wings. I was feeling adventurous so I told Joey I would split some wings with him. I said, "But you can't go any spicier than mild."
I'm about to use math to explain my reasoning. This will be the last time (probably) that I use math on this blog. Mild is the fifth sauce from the bottom of a 21-rung spiciness ladder. There are 16 sauces ahead of mild. In other numbers, 76% of their sauces are spicier than mild. I felt comfortable in the lowest quartile of the spicy range. I figured it would not rock my world, but that it wouldn't be unbearable either.
So we ordered 25 mild wings. Apparently, I was also feeling ambitious. We each ordered a beer, and we decided to split a basket of those delicious potatoes.
Then the wings arrived.
That is a color and sheen that does not occur in nature.
The wings were bright orange. My first clue that Buffalo Wild Wings had lied to me. Then I bit into one. Yup. Definitely not mild. My mouth felt like bank statements in a fireplace. But I was committed to finishing that wing! The wings were so hot that I used ketchup (usually a total yuck food) to sooth my scalded mouth.
I didn't want to make Joey eat 25 wings, so I somehow managed to eat a grand total of 3 wings. I think the fact that I managed to eat not only one but three wings shows my development as a person.
I learned two lessons that night:
- I can suffer through (some of) a meal if I really put my mind to it.
- Never underestimate the lowest quartile of spiciness. It's still really spicy.
Horrible, mouth-burning experience aside, I cannot wait to go back and eat more Potato Wedges with Cheese.