Posted on November 22, 2012 General |
Photo Credit: Chow.com
Between going to the Suns game last night and Thanksgiving today I got a little behind on the regular post again. I will be working on it tomorrow in between bouts of my wife making me put up Christmas lights and help decorate the tree.
In the meantime, here is a link Xavvi found and I am stealing for a Buffalo-style turkey recipe.
Posted on November 15, 2012 Phoenix, Reviews |
We couldn’t possibly take a photo this cool, so we stole it from their Facebook.
When I was a kid, downtown Phoenix was a ghost town. The Suns still played at the Madhouse on McDowell and there were mostly trains and warehouses downtown, with the occasional skyscraper. I kind of imagine there was a lot of bum-rape and pee smell too, but I can’t back that up. When the Suns started construction on a new, state-of-the-art arena in 1990, the city was buzzing. Were we finally going to get a downtown district? Were new businesses going to come in and inject money and fun into the area and attract residents back into the core of this sprawl? We were all dying to find out. So, how did it go?
It went okay.
New skyscrapers started going up slowly and businesses moved in, kicking out the vagrants and the hobos and the warehouses (but not the bum piss smell). In a brilliant move in 1996, the Coyotes brought hockey…a sport on ice…to Phoenix, the hottest major city in North America. In 1998 the Bank One Ballpark (now Chase Field, a stupid name that I refuse to say) opened and brought professional baseball to downtown Phoenix. 3 major sports teams, the fifth biggest city in the nation, a bustling population with a housing boom, and a bit less bum-rape. So how was downtown at the end of the century?
See, here’s what downtown Phoenix didn’t get back then: unlike shopping centers in developing suburbs and stripmalls with grocery stores, unlike open-air malls with movie theaters and BevMos, unlike what any Phoenix real estate moguls had previously found success with, a downtown area can’t just sprout up by throwing money at it. It’s landlocked. It’s not going anywhere. There’s no incentive to make it better when we can just keep moving outwards and further away from the decay of a city that was never as much of an urban center as a loose affiliation of farming communities tied together by sporadic-but-sudden growth.
Posted on November 10, 2012 Tempe |
The beer list.
Note: Sorry for posting this late. I have not been feeling well the last couple of days and I fell behind.
We have wanted to review Four Peaks for quite a while. Xavvi and I both loved the place and we got a couple different wing recommendations for the place, specifically to try the Buffalo and Spicy Thai Peanut sauces that Xavvi reviewed in last week’s review. Given these things, Four Peaks was a natural spot to pick for our first review venturing out beyond wings into breweries and ale houses.
This isn’t to say that Four Peaks isn’t without its flaws. Sure, they make the most well known and some of the best tasting beer in Arizona, and they match that with great food and atmosphere, but parking is a bitch. They don’t have a regular parking area. You just have to find a spot somewhere along 8th Street and there are not a whole lot of spots to go around. So, when I spotted an open spot about a half a mile down the road I was quick to snag it.
Posted on November 1, 2012 Reviews |
Red lights aren’t just for whorehouses anymore!
The city of Phoenix (and its surrounding metro area) is a puzzling one to categorize. Few cities can claim such a massive influx of transplants from all over the country and it adds to the experience of Phoenix as a whole, for both good and bad. The benefit of such a transient population is that we’re a true melting pot of food, music, art and culture.
The biggest downside is the dearth of loyalty anywhere in this city.
In older cities, in Philadelphia or in New York City, in Chicago or in Boston, people are entrenched. It’s far more common to hear tales of people that will die in the same city they were born. Hell, half of them have probably never even left the damn city and honestly think the edge of the world is just outside the city limits. Not Phoenix though. The people that move here do so for the weather or the jobs or the cheap housing and they bring their families and their belongings but leave their loyalties elsewhere.
This creates a bit of a social dilemma for those of us born and raised in this beautiful city. We want to welcome newcomers with open arms, invite them to enjoy Phoenix and fall in love with it and watch angels cry with retard-joy and puppies fall from the sky with parachutes into their arms when they embrace it. But usually we’re just subject to everyone coming just to tell us how much better it is back in *INSERT YOUR CITY HERE* and how their sports teams beat our sports teams and their fans beat our fans and their food beats our food (Californians in PHX, I’m looking directly at you).
Posted on October 25, 2012 General |
To a de-luxe brewery in the skyy-yyyyyy!
It’s been a little over a year since Xavvi and I visited our first hot wing joint together, Mister G’s Pizzeria (so what if the review didn’t go up until a little over two months later, shut up). When Xavvi suggested the idea that we start up a blog and write about weekly hot wing related adventures I was immediately on board, ignoring the fact that two fat guys writing about their favorite – and least favorite – hot wing places wasn’t exactly the quickest road to fame and fortune.
But here we are, over a year later and we are still putting up reviews each week. In fact we are doing it with far more consistency than when we first started out. Still, there is only so much you can say about hot wings from week to week without sounding somewhat monotonous. We’ve mixed in some other things besides just straight wing joint reviews from time to time – like our take on boneless wings and our recent foray into the vast Buffalo-wing-inspired-soup review market – but other than those brief departures we have pretty much stuck with our original focus: hot wing place reviews.
We’ve had several people wonder when we were going to branch out, a suggestion that we took but never got around to. Well, we finally talked it over and decided it was time to try some other things. Over the next couple of weeks we will officially be expanding the scope of the blog to include more than just our wing nights.
Posted on October 18, 2012 Reviews |
That color…it’s like a basketball had diarrhea.
The times, they are a-changin’! We started WhyDidIEatThis.com to find good spots for wings, but now we see that eating hot wings every week just isn’t a sustainable lifestyle. We’ve decided to start covering organic products and sustainable farms and we’re going to do our best to visit vegetarian and even vegan restaurants that support these ideals. We want our food to come from healthy places where we can gather under trees and have picnics. We’ve started eating flax seed and pomegranates and don’t even really miss that disgusting chunky heavy deep fried chicken wing crap anymore.
Ok, so everything I just wrote was a terrible lie and it makes me feel so gross. What I really mean is, we’re going to review something you can buy in Wal-Mart. That’s the change. That’s it. And veganism is really stupid.
Why would anyone choose to be vegan? Vegan chicks cant even give a blowie. That’s just so stupid. AND ALSO, HAM EXISTS. It exists. Are they stupid? That’s so stupid. Bacon. Come on. Don’t be stupid. Anything you can eat that’s vegan can be made better by adding some sort of animal to it. Salad? If you put some bacon on it then it’s at least got something you can pick out of the foliage. Vegan noodles with some sort of vegan sauce? Yeah, maybe with an assload of cheese and a side of “quit being a shitty cook and make something people want to eat, like meat.”
Posted on October 11, 2012 General |
The originator of the hot wing, Anchor Bar. Photo credit: buffaloeats.org
We decided to do something a little different this week. Partially to just spice things up and keep from being too similar all the time (although last week’s review was pretty far from normal) but mostly because, for the first time since we started this blog, we didn’t have any new wing places lined up for review.
A combination of actually sticking to a schedule for posts and missing a wing night here and there allowed us to catch up with our pending reviews, finally. While that is great from a this-place-has-been-waiting-forever standpoint, it is not so good for generating new content. Rest assured that we will be getting back to regular reviews soon and we have some other content lined up as well but for now this allowed me to take a look at something a little different.
After spending all of this time enjoying hot wings from some of the finest (and not-so-fine) dives, bars, and restaurants around Phoenix we thought it would be nice to take a look at where the idea for wings originally came from. Take a look and pay our respects.
Posted on October 3, 2012 Phoenix, Reviews |
Indiana Garcia? Arizona Jones? Ahh, I’ve got it: Bad Photoshop Martinez
Far across the world, in places unfamiliar and largely unknown to us, lies an untold legend of the bravery and adventuring of two men of immense strength and handsomeness. Their heroism is told in hieroglyphs on the walls of temples across these foreign lands, and the indigenous peoples chant their names in songs around funeral pyres and buffets of roasted flesh in celebration of these heroes.
The legend tells of one man who had facial hair so manly and delicious it made Chuck Norris and the Dos Equis guy look like Giada DeLaurentis’ husband Todd (who is a little bitch) and Ina Garten’s husband Jeffrey (who is another little bitch) and then made them fight on a trampoline hovering over a vat of KY Jelly while singing Katy Perry songs. It tells of another man with a vast array of black shirts, shirts so black they made Wesley Snipes look like Clay Aiken and crafted with such fine materials that they made Versace look like Kathy Ireland’s K-Mart line of clothes if they were modeled by the hobo in front of Angie & Jimmy’s.
This legend says these men made women quiver so hard it could start earthquakes. This legend says they walked with enough swagger to make Sinatra stop being an alcoholic just long enough to realize he’d been out-swagged and then start becoming an alcoholic again. This legend spoke of men risking it all to review the most delicious of foods.
This legend…is the Legend of the Temple of Casey Jones Grill.
Posted on September 27, 2012 Reviews, Scottsdale |
Through that door lies…glory!
We heard a lot about Rehab Burger Therapy. It didn’t take long after they opened for people to start talking about it. They had a reputation for excellent burgers and people couldn’t shut up about something on the menu called Pig Wings. When we heard that they were also owned by the same people who owned Oregano’s – another place on our list and a very popular local chain – we immediately had our expectation of great service and good food.
We decided to cheat and picked it for our next hot wing outing – instead of waiting for it to come up with the random thing picker we usually use – so we could see what the big deal is.
We met up at Rehab after work. As soon as I got out of my car I could smell the scent of burgers surrounding the place. It permeated the whole parking lot. It smelled incredible. I was excited to get inside and see this place for myself.
Posted on September 20, 2012 Chandler, Reviews |
It’s quite ugly, until the gaudy neon outside lights up and makes it…still ugly.
Credit myspace.com (seriously)
UPDATE: Draft House on the Reef has now changed their name to just “The Reef”. Good call.
If I made up my own religion, wings would be the holy food. In lieu of a sabbath, we’d have the Sauce-bath as a day of reverence to worship the mighty buffalo wing and praise it for all it has bestowed upon us. The mighty chicken wing delivers us from anorexia, crisp from the oils of heaven and bathed in a sauce with the heat of hell itself to remind us of our sins as we eat of the body of Chicken-Christ our savor…err, savior.
Yes, if I started my own religion, buffalo wings would be the meatsiah, and the Draft House on the Reef may well be the rock upon which I build my church.
Draft House on the Reef had long been on our list of places to eat wings. So long, in fact, that we had it on the list before the “on the Reef” part existed. Back then it was just Draft House, and was known for its clientele, a mixture of chunky skanks wearing clothes three sizes too small for themselves and guys trying to gangbang (while reppin’ Chandler), and it was apparently an awful cacophony of underboob-cheese smell and Cool Water cologne. This all culminated in someone getting shot a couple of years back, which is sad but not unexpected when people who try too hard to act too hard get shot down too hard by women (that also try too hard) and thus have no chance to use their hard-ons, get hard feelings, do something hard-headed and end up doing hard time.