Okay, I’m slightly jealous of all these Doper Dinners. I want in, dammit.
Unfortunately, I’m a poor college student in Buffalo, New York (although home is Detroit, Michigan).
I wanna meet youse guys so we can say nothing through the dinner and i can have my chicken fingers. Yeah, like I could shut up. I bring the party, dammit.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Chicken fingers? CHICKEN FINGERS? Good god man, in the home and birthplace of wings, you ask for the unholy poor redheaded stepchild of fingers.
Duffs, La Nova, Central Park Grill, The Stuffed Mushroom or the sacred mecca of the Anchor Bar are within reach and you ask for chicken fingers?
Back to Detroit with you.
You Heathen you. 
-Mr. Goob (an annonomous Erie County resident.)
Ask around and see who’s interested in a Dopefest, mate. Sometimes all it takes is one other person. 
Incidentally, you can have my chicken fingers when you pry them from my cold, dead… diner plate.
This is true. I completely forgot that you people are VERY anal about these things. Incicdentally, you get mad at KFC and the like for having “buffalo wings” when they aren’t (insert nasal accent) "real buffalo wings!!
I’m only like…5 minutes down the road from the Anchor Bar and had a friend that worked there, and I STILL haven’t been there. This MUST be remedied before graduation.
I can eat me a chicken wing, yes I can. I’m a friggin machine. Coincidentally, if someone wants to do some sort of a crab leg eating contest, I’m SO down for that.
As opposed to your warm, live diner plate?
WTF? You silly, Buffalo’s dont have wings.
No, but Jessica Simpson has some really big boobs when she flaps her arms in front of the buffalo and asks it to fly in that KFC commercial.
…for SOME reasons, that part of that commercial pops into my head when someone mentions flying buffalo(es)