I wasn’t around to witness this next fact but they tell me that in the year 1935 some folks named Frank and Teresa opened a restaurant and bar. You guessed it, they called it the Anchor Bar.
Fast forward to late one night in the mid 60’s, Teresa is working the bar and group of hungry guys come in. Not only are they hungry, they’re very happy if you get drift.
All that’s left in the fridge was a bunch of chicken wings, usually a part of the chicken used to make chicken soup. They say “necessity is the mother of invention” so with a hot fryer and a little “secret sauce” chicken wings were born.
Who hasn’t heard of Buffalo wings?
I know this to be true because last week Marilyn and I, along with our good friends Bob and Marjorie were in Buffalo and in the interests of visiting a bar we’ve never visited, preferably a funky old bar, we decided to take in a little history.
No need to thank us for our investigative journey on your behalf. We proudly take up the challenge. Especially when funky old bars are concerned.
I’m happy to say that this totally worthless piece of information was completely produced on my tablet. A feat I’m only rarely able to accomplish.