So, on June 28, I ate wings someplace, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember where this happened. That's the problem with lapsing on the blog update for long periods of time.
At any rate, this is the only photo I took on June 28, which means that it's also my daily picture. Pfft.
The fact that I can't remember where I was when I had these wings means that the wings themselves must not have been very good. And they really weren't. I remember that much. I remember that I thought it was weird that they were served on wilty lettuce. The wings were small and compact.
I know that my friends Andy and Greg were visiting, and that we saw two shows that day. I think this was my lunch before we went to a matinee. If that's the case, I may have ordered these wings at Angus--in fact, I'm 90% sure that's what I did. But since I didn't really care for these wings, and I really like that restaurant, I don't want to say definitively.
Okay. So, I may or may not have had an order of mediocre wings at Angus. But even if I did, you shouldn't let this post dissuade you from going there. Just don't get the wings, maybe. You know. Just in case.
UPDATE: I figured it out a few minutes later.