How to get rid of the chicken on your dinner plate
I was just out and about in Brooklyn, and as I was passing the old-timey Italian joint on the corner of Flatbush and Fifth Avenues, a man handed me his phone.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
It was a Saturday night, and I was looking for some free chicken wings.
I was craving them.
I wasn’t alone.
Across the city, restaurants were selling chicken wings for as little as $2.50.
I had to find a place that could handle the large crowds.
It’s a big deal for New York’s fast food industry.
Restaurants are struggling to meet demand from customers who are craving wings, as the city’s population shrinks.
The demand has been fueled by a spike in fast food jobs.
But with the number of people commuting to the city to work and restaurants closing, it’s putting pressure on restaurants.
I knew that if I had a chicken wing, I could get it for $2 and save a lot of money.
But how do I get rid the chicken?
What to do?
I was looking to the left of my destination for wings.
A few minutes later, a couple guys came running into the restaurant.
They asked if I could try one of the wings.
The chicken was hot and juicy.
They ordered it, and it was delicious.
The men told me they were from the city and wanted to know what was up.
I told them about the wings I had just tried and asked if they could come up to my apartment.
I brought my phone with me.
“I need to go,” I said.
The men came inside.
I found a seat on the couch, and they said, “We’re going to make your wings, okay?
We’re going down to your apartment.”
The guys put a tray of chicken wings in front of me.
I took a bite, and within minutes I was hooked.
They were crispy and tender, almost like an onion.
The wings were just as juicy as I remembered them.
They came out of the fryer so tender and juicy that I didn’t even notice it was there.
I immediately started talking to my girlfriend about how much I loved them.
This chicken was so good, the men were able to serve me a second bite.
The rest of the meal was about how they were going to get me some chicken wings to go, but I was still hungry.
When I got home, I asked the guys what I should order next.
They told me, “Chicken wing, if you like it.”
I was so surprised.
The next day, I came back to the same spot.
The guy said, “‘Don’t tell anyone, okay?’
So I just said, ‘If you like chicken wings, we’ll do this.'”
I was very happy that I was able to get this chicken.
I went back and forth with them for about 10 minutes.
The last time I tried chicken wings was back in June 2016, but it was still too expensive.
But this time, I decided to try my luck with other places.
I went to a local place and they were pretty good.
But they were selling a chicken and it looked so expensive that I just ordered the cheapest thing I could find.
The waitress said, it was $2, and then she was gone.
I asked why.
“It’s because we have chicken wings,” she said.
“We have wings, and we’re not getting paid.”
I wasn’t the only one who found out.
My girlfriend, who was eating at a local joint when I left, sent me a tweet.
“My wing order was a huge disappointment.
#chicken,” she tweeted.
“I’m not sure if I can eat chicken anymore.”
I told her about the chicken wing I had at the restaurant and asked, “Did you know we only get about 10% of the demand?”
She told me she was so upset about it that she decided to make a post about it on her blog.
She started posting about it.
A lot of people came to her and told her how bad her wing order had been.
“She said she’s not going to come back to that place again,” she told me.
“But that’s ok, because I know they’re going on a sale on chicken wings.”
But there’s a problem with the wings they sell.
The price on the chicken wings they serve is $1.80.
It only takes one person to order enough chicken wings and the price goes up to $3.90.
That’s right, the restaurant where I was sitting got a free chicken wing.
“You have to eat it,” I told my girlfriend.
“There are not enough wings out there.”
On the next day I tried another place.
It had chicken wings as well, but they were a little pricier.
I tried that too.
“They had the cheapest wing,” I texted.