Wings and a Movie
It’s my fault. Really. A few days ago, I raved about this local place that has really good chicken wings (no, not Hooters, although I just saw a sign saying they are opening one in Hollywood). So of course, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy wants to grab a quick bite there before going to the movies tomorrow night. Buffalo wings? On a date? Is that fair? What a nightmare! These wings are dripping with sauce, and so so so messy!
Don’t ya just love dating?
