Buffalo Wings.

Yeah, no … that would be uselessly non-specific for those of us who aren’t from western New York.

A dozen wings? That’s it? Why don’t you just eat quiche and put on your fancy pants.

Sure. And in Chicago, it’s not a “Chicago style hot dog”, it’s just a “hot dog,” but that really doesn’t work in the rest of the country if you are trying to talk about a specific type of hot dog. “Wings” with no modifier here could mean BBQ wings, hot wings, or something else; it may be breaded, or not; it may be smoked, baked, deep-fried, broasted, etc.

Ah. Let me educate you. Wings are indeed wings. All that other stuff … BBQ? Breaded? Ranch Dressing? Abominations before man and God, and may the Lord take mercy on your very soul for even mentioning them.

Or am I being a little over the top?

You didn’t say “Well, bless your heart,” so I’d say not over the top yet.

If you God doesn’t allow for barbecued or grilled jerk wings, then I don’t want to believe in your God.