end of the motor tour

so, my dad used to live in Buffalo back in the 60s and told me about the original Buffalo wings, which were made at this place called Anchor Bar. i have also been lectured by a friend from Buffalo about the proper way to make them and how to judge them. i ended up parking close to downtown and walking ten-ish blocks to get to the bar. well worth the journey.

[good ol' New York hotdog stand]

Buffalo is pretty neat. it's got an old feel about it and lots of abandoned buildings like Detroit, but that's mainly on the outskirts. the subway runs underneath Main Street and pops up above ground in the downtown area so that there is no car traffic. i thought this was a rather clever way of manipulating the city via infrastructure. i also thought the highways were laid out nicely. reminded me of Dallas in that everything seemed to piece together well without having to do crazy things from intersection to intersection.

[Frank & Teressa's Anchor Bar, home of the ORIGINAL Buffalo wings]

i forgot to take one of the menus with me (they were printed on newsprint and had the story of the wings in the centerfold) and left without pictures of the motorcycles inside. maybe it was the delicious wings, beer and conversations at the bar.

back to the point of the trip to Frank & Teressa's: i can definitely see that these wings were the original. i mean, they were exactly as they should be; fried to crispiness, delicious sauce that's not ridiculously hot AND they were huge. i have been told that if you let the chickens get too old in order to obtain good sized wings and legs, you can crush the bones with your teeth and be a slight bit disgusted. nope, not here. straight, simple and to the T.

at the bar i met an older man who was really into photography, a marine that had lived in Jacksonville NC and a dude who had been snowboarding for 21 years. again, how can people not have things in common? got a bit distracted, though, and had to take a quick pace back to downtown. getting to the airport was cake. i didn't know anything about the price of parking, so i just went to the one farthest from the airport. there i had to depart with my buddy the Bug and put the road trip on hold for a while with some air time to visit Tim.