J’s Wong

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Were it not for the pudgy young brothers working behind the counter, their beautiful mom, and stern but affable father, this place would have little to set it apart from the run of the mill. The wings are just that, more crisp than rubbery, but not crisp enough. The fries are good, but not good enough to overcome pedestrian wings. Yet somehow, every time I stand across the counter from that chubby twelve-year-old asking for my order in clipped syllables, the kitchen staff buzzing around in their matching red J’s Wong caps, I can’t help but think about the American Dream. Ordering wings from J’s Wong is an act of hope — that they’re better than the last time. Sometimes they are.

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Double Fried

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When we say #DunkLife, what we mean is stuff like what went down last saturday: making Korean double-fried chicken wings. From scratch. On a Brooklyn rooftop. If you ain’t trying to wade into saveur.com and dig out batter and sauce recipes, then you ain’t built for this. Now we’re not saying we’re the best chicken chefs in the world. Yet. But Hell if we’re not trying.

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Invades Fenway

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Red Sox fans were so disappointed in their team this summer they switched to team BK. Always the right choice.

Wangs

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Black is white. Up is down. This is a food blog about chicken wings at Chinese ‘hood joints in Brooklyn, with occasional forays into other areas.

Wangs is a fried chicken spot, serving whole wings cooked with asian herbs and spices. The food is both in the exact wheelhouse of this blog, and served in the diametric opposite context of the places we cover — yuppie Park Slope with yuppie prices and yuppie ingredients. But we’re not here to judge anything but the food.

The menu is restaurant-quality. The wings are organic. And they’re delicious.

From their website: “combining Southern soul food and east Asian flavor profiles to create a truly unique food experience.” Yup.

I got the wings with hot sauce, collard greens, and cole slaw. Perfection. And compared to any other place on here the service grade would be 10. But as it stands, we only have 5 stars to give.

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No Pork Halal Kitchen

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These joints were not succulent. They actually tasted a little game-y. Which was a surprise since I was hoping that the halal-ness of the wings would also signify some higher taste profile. Instead, they just had a musky taste. Tasted like a crispy shoe shine. Fries were decent. That’s about it. Service was super fast. They had a mic rigged up by the register and the dude said all the orders over a p.a. to the kitchen. And the dude had some dope pics of his trips to Mecca on the wall.

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No. 1 Restaurant

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What drew me into this place was the “A” health rating on the door. And the fact that the sign said, “Chinese Style B.B.Q.” Big mistake. This might be the worst spot I’ve hit in the history of this series. The wings were as rubbery as a toy. The fries were overcooked — tasted like crackers. Next!

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Wai Ling

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Damn! For a minute there it seemed like Chuang Hing was taking over the throne. But the King stay the King. Here’s the thing with Wai Ling: service is a 3, maybe 3.5. The fries are a 4, Max. But the WINGS?? The wings, my G, are a 10. There’s something about their batter that’s different from every other chinese chicken wing I’ve eaten. Its thicker, has a noticeable crunch. And sweeter. Its almost like they use cornmeal or something to get that extra-hearty, sweet crunch. Whatever it is… their wings have the most original flavor. Just like that we’re introducing a new category: Succulence. Wai Ling gets a 5.

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Popeye’s

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Sacrilege, maybe, but when I walk into a Popeye’s I don’t order chicken, I order chicken strips. With barbecue sauce. It’s the only way to fly. They’re usually good enough for you to ignore all the trifling shit that’s happening in the Popeye’s while you’re eating there. Like the dude who’s just there for the free internet and camped out with his laptop for probably the whole day and only ordered a soda and a biscuit. Anyway, the strips are alright.

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