Before the end of 2009, I will have found the best hot wings in Atlanta. Here’s my thinking. I realize that buffalo wings were, in fact, invented in Buffalo, New York. And I’ve been to the anchor bar, but I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t think their wings were fucking amazing. They were really good, sure. But not fucking amazing. I went to the anchor bar about 2 and a half years ago, and I haven’t really had many wings since then. Then, about a month ago, I started having wings cravings, so my friend and I went to Publix, out of desperation, and got some chicken. It was mediocre, go figure. Last night, after the tournament, another friend of mine decided he was hungry, so after 15 minutes of driving around midtown like madmen, we went to Zesto’s drive-in, as per a third friend’s recommendation, and those wings were REALLY GOOD!!!!
If you’re ready to introduce a fourth friend to the story, well, one messaged me that Zesto’s certainly didn’t have the best wings in Atlanta, that I should go to “some place in downtown,” whose name he couldn’t remember. Thanks. Anyway, now my goal by the end of 2009 (I could probably accomplish it earlier, but I’d like to give my intestines a break from time to time) is that, if someone asks me, “Where’s a good place for wings,” that I will be able to give them a completely doubtless answer. And don’t worry, I’ll report back along the way.


We started off the meal, in typical New York Deli fashion, with a plate of pickles and a bowl of cole slaw. Everyone said the slaw was amazing, but I’m not into slaw myself. The pickles were good, and I believe they make them from scratch (or rather, from cucumbers). The majority of us ordered Dr. Brown’s Black Cherry sodas, which are nice; not unique, but accompany the sandwiches well. Everyone except my brother, who’s a vegitarian, ordered sandwiches. He ordered a latke and a spinach-potato knish. I got the classic, a corned beef sandwich, as did my stepmother. My dad asked for a pastrami reuben, which he was given, but without cheese. The sign outside says, “Kosher,” and I guess they mean it.





An idea for Facebook…
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to explain to my mother is that “a facebook friend is not, in any way, the equivalent of a real friend.” Facebook, however, doesn’t seem to see this, and all my friends are treated as equal. What I think Facebook needs is a system of “friend ranking,” which may sound cruel, at first, but given the amount of information people pour into Facebook, could be executed in a very efficient manner.
Facebook could analyze things like how much time I spend chatting with people, amount of emails and wall posts we exchange, what music, television, movies, and books we share, how many pictures we appear in together, if we are in a relationship, if we were in a relationship, and I could go on.
So let’s take my friend Leith. Leith and I are very good friends, indeed. We have very similar taste in music and movies, enjoy the same pastimes, we both adore Lewis Black, and in real life, hang out with more or less the same people (Mutural friends…there’s another statistic). So let’s say Leith and I are 96% friends (since we have to assign some kind of number to it). On the other hand, there are people like…what’s her name…Carly. Carly and I met at a debate tournament. I didn’t talk to her very much while there, and we don’t interact at all through Facebook. We have different political views, ideas about religions, but we both live in Georgia, compete in Original Oratory, and are amused by Brittish accents. So let’s say Carly and I are…5% friends.
With this sort of statistic, Facebook could make smarter decisions about who appears first in lists of people to send various requests, who appears in my news feed more often, who appears first in my list of online friends, who I might want to invite to various events, etc.
I understand there are things in my life that Facebook doesn’t know about, thank [some higher being]. Leith and I hang out at least once a week, but we don’t typically take pictures together. We also prefer to use AIM to chat, and I don’t want Facebook watching my AIM, my cell phone or, come to think of it, even my Facebook chats. This could quite possibly introduce many a privacy issue for lots of people. And there are just people in my life I spend more time with than I make contact with on Facebook. Murphy is a very good friend of mine, but she very rarely seems to use Facebook. It comes back to Facebook not being equal with reality. I think, however, that Facebook treating all my friends as equal, especially when I’ve got around 400 of them, becomes cumbersome and sometimes frustrating. I’ll be honest with you: there are some people I’m friends with on Facebook I just don’t care about. There. I said it.
Photo Credit to Laughing Squid.