Once a week, usually on the weekend, I agree to eat a totally unhealthy dinner. It's a compromise, and I'm usually disgusted by the outcome. Last night, we ate a Buffalo Wing-style pizza from McCain and chicken wings the size of nuclear test turkeys. It was a totally bleach blonde mess with not one speck of green. Don't get this brand of pizza, I'm warning you. It is the most disgusting piece of shit I've had in sometime. The only discernible taste is that of Frank's Hot Sauce, which apparently is its selling point. The wings weren't bad, though they were breaded to look not unlike Arnold Schwarzenegger, all puffed out like peacocks, bursting with water and steroids. Because I eat healthy, my palate is not used to such excesses of salt, sugar and Frankendough, which usually leave me with a hangover that can be vanquished only by a gallon and a half of water at 3 a.m. As I said, the Saturday Night Special is a compromise, my effort to appease the...
More than a million served!