If I order something called Buffalo Chicken Fingers, then it damn well better taste like buffalo wings. What I don’t want, is plain chicken fingers and a little tub of hot sauce to dip it in!
If you already have the chicken, and you already have the sauce, how much extra effort is it gonna take to soak the chicken in the sauce?
And how much effort is it gonna take for you to do the same?
Seems to me a better plan to have the sauce on the side, for folks who like to control their sauce coverage and steeping.
Like me.
(Not that I would order those anyway, I’m just saying…)
And how much effort is it gonna take for you to do the same?
Seems to me a better plan to have the sauce on the side, for folks who like to control their sauce coverage and steeping.
Like me.
(Not that I would order those anyway, I’m just saying…)
You’re at Arby’s ferchrisakes.
It’s like slurping from the shit bucket and complaining about a hair in it.
Yeah, but it’s a shit bucket with yummy curly fries and jamocha shakes…
Weaklings that have to control their sauce coverage, should stay away from all things “buffalo”. 
I’m going to have to side with Regina Bumpkin, myself. Hot wings are supposed to be like playing russian roulette- you never know how hot it’s going to be, but it’s supposed to at least be dangerous.
Very well, but do not call them ‘Buffulo Chicken Fingers’ then. Call them ‘Nancy-boy Chicken Fingers’.
Sorta to the OP, ‘Chilis’, that abominable psuedo fastfood place, has some mighty tasty boneless ‘buffulo wings’. Nice and hot.
Bah. I only go to Arby’s to stock up on their sauce. Try putting some - along with mustard - on a turkey sandwich. MM-MM!
Dipping the fingers in the sauce doesn’t do the same thing as cooking them in it. You cook 'em in it, the sauce seeps into the chicken, you dip 'em all you get is sauce on the breading. If that’s what I wanted, I’d get the crappy ones at Jack in the Box.
I love Arby’s, I’m a roast beef man at heart. Nothing like a Big Montana, a full 1/2 lb of roast beef, and nothing else but a couple packets of Arby sauce. Screw vegetables, screw them all! I’m with SPOOFE on the sauce too, that stuff’s good on deli meats at home.
You don’t cook regular Buffalo wings in the sauce either. You deep fry them, then toss them in a large metal mixing bowl with the sauce to coat, then serve.
At Buffalo Joes, my Chicago place for wings, you can specify mild, medium, hot, or suicide when ordering. Alas , the suicide is not nearly as good since Jose left, he would make this habanero and chili pequin sauce that would make your earwax run:). Now it’s just the hot sauce with jalapenos added.
If you tried to cover the wings with sauce and then fry them, you’d end up with charred nasty lumps of evil.
I love Chili’s boneless wings, THAT’s what I thought the ones at Arby’s would taste like.
People, people. You’re stepping all over an art here.
If you want wings, you get wings. Not fingers, not friggin’ boneless chicken, no dipping sauce (except for bleu cheese).
Eating wings is sacred. Lips burning, fingers coated, shitty beer, plate full of saliva/sauce/bleu cheese drippin’ bones at your side. That’s wings.
Chilis? Arbys? It’s a sacrilage to even think those words when speaking of the wing. And it’s not Buffalo wings. It’s fucking “Wings”! Period!
Damn I miss Joey’s Pizzeria wings.
And of course wings are to be consumed with a big pitcher of draft beer and no silverware.
Just napkins, lots of napkins
See now, Jack, if I want wings I just get some Popeye’s fried wings. Or I season and roast some myself.
And since you seem to like it, can you explain to me the bizarre overkill that is BBQ sauced - ** then dipped in Bleu or Ranch sauce ** wings? I mean…Gah! Who thought of this? Batter dip, fry, soak in Sauce A until saturated, then dunk in Sauce B until coated? Why bother with the actual wing at all, why not just spoon the stuff?
And finally, (gack) why is there saliva * on your plate? *
Actually, I consider ranch and bleu cheese to be abominations, a nancy-boy cop out for people who can’t handle the heat. So Jack Batty, you’ve already ruined the sacrament of the Buffalo Wing with your wussy-sauce, so to talk about purity at this point is worthless 
Infidels!
You must have bleu cheese with your wings. Just as you must have jelly with your peanut butter, mustard with your hot dog, heartbreak with your psoriasis.
Saliva is a necessary by-product.
Let me explain the proper way of eating a wing, and you will understand where the plate of soaking bones comes from.
The drummettes are ok, but you just eat them like a small leg. One bone, meat all around, steer clear of the cartilage and you can’t go wrong.
BUT … the wing thing. The part with two bones. You hold the wing with two fingers and your thumb, at the end of the wing where the bones are separated. You kind of squish your fingers in there a little bit to get the meat starting to loosen. Then you dip it in the blue cheese, getting both sides and some of your fingers coated. Then you stick the whole thing in your mouth, and chomp sown with your front teeth just before your fingers get in there. Apply a little pressure, wrap your lips around it, work with a little suction, and … pull it out. If you’ve done it right you will be left with a mouthful of wing, meat, saucy, cheesy goodness, and two saliva dripping meatless bones in your hand. One motion, no fussing.
Awww yeah, baby. Christ, I need a smoke now.
Let’s go over this again. While I respect any man who loves his heat, it is not called a BUFFALO WING. By calling it a BUFFALO WING, you automatically undermine your own point. It is called a CHICKEN WING formally, or, to be casual, simply A WING. As the esteemed Mr. Batty explained above. Anything marketed as a BUFFALO WING or a HOT WING is advertising its own inauthencity, if it is claiming to be a WING such as those beloved by the kind and good people of the Nickel City on the banks of the mighty Niagara.
And, while personal taste varies, and while many folks such as **Mr. Dart ** (I think you’re a Mr!) enjoy the wings plain (Plain = with just wing sauce), the bleu cheese is indeed part of the wing canon. It is optional, but a proper option none-the-less. You are correct that ranch dressing is an abomination.
And for Stoid, wings are not batter-dipped. I’m not sure what that would be, but it would not be a chicken wing of the sort from Buffalo, NY. Wings are deep fried, then coated with sauce (not exactly BBQ, although it is hot), and the bleu cheese is optional for dipping. The point of the bleu cheese is that you get the combination of the hot wing sauce and the cool crispness of bleu cheese. Sort of like a “sweet and sour” thing, only “hot and cool.”
delphica
–South Buffalo born and bred
PS Persons who enjoy ranch dressing, or BBQ sauce, or whatever, on their chicken are of course free to do so without any judgement or scorn on my part. My ire is reserved for those who market such tasty chicken dishes as chicken wings of the Buffalo variety.
No way!
My dad brought me home a sandwich from Arby’s for dinner. Roast beef and cheddar melt on sourdough bread. YUM!!!
Their curly fries are yummy, their regular fries are good-without a ton of salt, and their Market Fresh Caesar Chicken Sandwich is delicious.
And wings suck.
Wings suck?!?
Oh, you’re going to smoke a turd in hell for that, Guin