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| - I set foot into the fire, and felt the burn on my tongue. I like wings, I always have. The spicier the better, and finding wings that have that right amount of burn and flavor is hard to find. Some places like to make their wings so hot that they sacrifice flavor for the prestige of being the hottest wings in the neighborhood, while some places have wings with all the right flavor, but you feel like a complete wimp for the lack of pain that you just consumed. Zipps on Camelback is one of the those burn before flavor places, but only barely.
I heard about their "hot" wings, and scoffed at the idea of a trendy sports bar being able to cook my tongue with their sauce properly. The waitress, a cute little number, came to us and took our order and I, being cocky and maybe somewhat stupid, told her to get my wings from the bottom of the barrel. I didn't think they would exact some sick form of revenge on me for my boisterous dare. I was wrong.
The wings came out in a good time, considering it was the early part of St Patrick's Day and they were a little busy. As soon as they hit the table, my nose was filled with spicy aroma of habanero and vinegar, a good wing combination. My grandfather, who smartly ordered tacos, looked at me like a priest reading rites to a death row inmate, smiled and wished me luck. The first wing wasn't too bad. I felt a little ting and smiled as I sucked it down. Then I felt a little fire on the lips. It was only slightly painful, but very managable. I took the second wing in earnest, and bit down with the same defiant determination as the first. More burn, but not too bad. Around wings five, six and seven, I my head started to bead up. Wings nine and ten, I was in full water sucking mode.
I didn't finish the wings...sadly a first for me. I did take them home, thinking that they would be a great second day food. Overall, I really liked the atmosphere. I sat outside, so my addiction to cigarettes would be fulfilled, and my love of baseball was satisfied by the multiple big screens that surrounded the wooden tables and benches. Service was top notch, and thank God the cups were huge (and filled with water).
I would recommend Zipps on Camelback because it is a good atmosphere and there is plenty of scenery in the female variety to look at. The wings were good, not great. Hot, but a little flavor was lost in the heat of it all. My grandfather, a huge fan of tacos, raved about them, so I would trust them enough to go back and give them a whirl.
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