Turns out writing about bike riding and eating chicken wings can almost get you laid on a Friday night. I am not joking. So thanks for that.
So the destination for Week Two of RorF (A nice abbreviation submitted by a reader) was Woody’s Smoke Shack located on Cottage Grove near Drake
Miles: 2.37
Wing blog writing is sort of like Lady Gaga. You have to take the good with the bad, as the following visual aid will substantiate
Lady Gaga
Good: Dancing to Poker face when you are ankle grabbing after half a bottle of Patron
Bad: Pretty much everything else
Wing Blog Writing
Good: Last week’s experience
Bad: This week’s experience
I hope that helped.
So, this is hard for several reasons. They are: I love the Ribs at Woodys, they are hands down the best in town, the place is super cute, and you can dine al fresco at picnic tables. However, this is not a rib and ambiance blog…
It is a wing blog and that is what must be reviewed, which is why this was such an ultimate failure. You see readers; the thing about being a journalist is you need to report the truth no matter how many lives you ruin, or people you leave dead and bloodied in the streets just to make a name for yourself. So here it is….
Woody’s only offers wings on Thursday nights. They are the special. They ran out. At 6:30. We got there at 6:31. Turns out it was not so special. The End.
To add insult to injury the guy in front of us got the last batch, even after explaining that we were JOURNALISTS doing a PIECE we received absolutely no respect or explanation, except for a half assed “Uh Sorry” from the guy that is the presumed owner/proprietor of this establishment who was also wearing a really goofy fucking beanie/beret hat that was doubly annoying after no wings were available.
I guess in defense of Woody’s the wings did look pretty good. They were the right color, they only offer one sauce, and they had the smell of being spicy. That was all we could glean from repeatedly walking by and creeping around the table of the guy who actually got to eat the wings.
BUT we cannot recommend somewhere for wing consumption when there are no wings available to be consumed. Once again, sorry, but…
ZERO FLIES
We did consider going back and giving them another try, but this idea has been vetoed due to the abundance of other locales that offer wings and presumably have them available for consumption during all of their normal business hours, as opposed to during 1 business hour.
As for the ride, this was a much shorter and easier undertaking than last weeks brush with Tour de Franceness, but like the lack of wings it was also a bit of a disappointment. Woody’s is BYOB so I made S/TP ride the whole way with 12 Bud Light Tallboys in her backpack.
A little about S/TP. She is a senior in high school, and she doesn’t drink because it “makes her dizzy” so she was complaining like a little schoolgirl the whole way. Example:
“What in the hell kind of prom diet involves riding a bike uphill with 12 tallboys in my school backpack?” and I reminded her “A Genius one”
Her idea of bringing your own beverage involves filling a used water bottle with Blue and Cherry Icee
You might be wondering why two adventurers would bring 12 extra large beers when only one adventurer enjoys drinking, and the answer would be.”Shut the hell up and worry about yourself.”
And also the sky got super dark and it started pouring rain…
So that pretty much sums it up. Not every ride can be a great one I guess, and this one just seems to be our Gigli. We appreciate you sticking with us, and will see you next week. We are going to Jethros.
