Heartbreak and Chicken Wings

Anthony was thrilled to sniff out this new burger joint, only to find out that it was just about to hold its grand opening later that evening. He was so disappointed. Hahaha!

And that's how we ended up here.

With its clean, uncluttered interiors, Red Buffalo gets extra points for its homage to our "other" home, New York City.

Before anything else, take our word and keep this can of soda handy.

As our orders started arriving, Anthony made a very clear point about how one must have sufficient dipping sauce for wings. Always preferring to be "safe than sorry," he got up and immediately asked for another serving.

Someone please tell me how I ended up toasting Buffalo sauces with one of the guys from Jersey Shore. What's that all a-pout?

For some reason, I always end up liking the idea of coleslaw more than the actual slaw itself.

I was happy to see that Anthony had moved on from his previous heartbreak, thanks to these babies.

I always end up getting yelled at when I start eating my wings with a fork and a knife. Hahaha!

We initially agreed that we'd definitely have a few wings to take home, but ended up eating our words (and everything else on this table) by the end of the meal.

As a child, I saw a cartoon featuring Donald Duck and his three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie, which forever left an impression of how fried chicken is meant to be eaten. In one fell Disneyesque swoop, of course!

This is the closest still I could find from that particular episode, which leaves me feeling a little weird that I learned how to eat chicken from… three ducks?!?

Now take a big gulp of this — I told you it would come in handy.

We decided to check out Gavino's Donuts next door "just to see," forgetting how easily we are tempted by all things frosted and glazed.

I snooped around the restaurant and found a shelf where these two cows were hanging out. Is it any surprise that I instantly gravitated towards the one with the bandana and the eyelashes?

Can someone please give this clown a hand?

As I browsed through the books sitting on the shelf, I was reminded of how, for some reason, both Anthony and I never really enjoyed reading Tintin.

A slight variation from the typical donut, this "Pon de Ring" originated in Taiwan and conveniently divides the donut into eight bite-sized pieces. Of course Anthony went for his usual chocolate extravaganza…

… While I went for my classic strawberry frosted with sprinkles, here less one bite, which unfortunately says a lot about my self-restraint.

Call me old-fashioned, but I think this whole chocolate-and-bacon movement might be a little too "out there" for me.

For one fabulous moment, nothing else existed in his universe except donuts and Instagram.

I laughed at how the remaining donuts looked like bikini tops. "If you're Charo," Anthony added. LOL!

Once again we are joined by Mister Jersey Shore, this time for a cup of coffee. Hahaha!

As we drove home that day, we were literally shocked to see one of the classic institutions along Shaw all boarded up and abandoned.

To Cherry Foodarama, thanks for the low prices and all the great grocery memories.