While in Buffalo NY, I had one of the greatest experiances of my food dinning experiences, the chicken wing. Anchor bar is the birthplace of the famous Buffalo Wing. While enjoying an unbelievably crunchy wing with delectable flavor, my father in law started calculating how many chickens had to die for us to eat. The grand total 25, God bless those chickens!

P.S for you non-New Yorkers, don’t ever, ever, ever, ask for boneless wings.