Timmy Doesn’t Share F.
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Tommy Want Wingy – and so did I… until Holy Schnikes happened.
Decided to test my ego (and taste buds) with the Holy Schnikes heat level, which was basically like signing a waiver for my dignity. Spoiler alert: bad idea. Somewhere between “this is fine” and “why is my soul trying to escape my body?” I realized I had severely overestimated my spice tolerance.
BUT once I came crawling back to the mid-range heat wings (you know, where normal humans live), it was absolute bliss. Perfectly crispy, juicy, saucy goodness — honestly, some of the best wings I’ve had in Austin. Lesson learned: stay humble, stay medium.
Tommy, you can wing me anytime… just maybe not straight into the gates of flav