Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San

Hot wings may have gotten their claim to fame in Buffalo, but upstate New York pales in comparison to the Korean fry masters at Mad for Chicken. Having gone to a state school, I’ve eaten my share of fried chicken wings. I also grew up in what was voted multiple