To blue cheese or not to blue cheese? That was the question I asked upon seeing the Marie’s Blue Cheese station during the 11th Annual National Buffalo Wing Festival over Labor Day weekend. Seeing as it was pushing 80-something degrees and with ice was nowhere in sight, I imagine the creamy dressing was sitting in the danger zone. No problem, I opted to enjoy my wings in their purist form, sans blue cheese.Read More
“Would you like blue cheese or ranch dressing with your chicken wings?” Every time I hear a restaurant server ask this question, I cringe. Like every other Buffalonian, wings should be served with blue cheese and celery sticks and NOT ranch dressing. (Sorry, Hidden Valley.)Read More
It’s been a long time since I last visited Buffalo, N.Y.’s Broadway Market, the city’s beloved ethnic food market since 1888. When my great-grandmother traveled up from New York City to Buffalo by train in the 1950s to visit family, she enjoyed shopping the market because she could speak Slovack with vendors.
As a kid, I fondly remember visiting during Easter time (1970s and 1980s) and the thrill was seeing butter-shaped lambs. Returning to the market days before Christmas with adult eyes, some culinary delights I saw included placek bread, fresh polish sausage, smoked turkey butts and soul food.Read More
My carry-on luggage yesterday included a packet of Sahlen’s hot dogs and rhubarb from my parent’s garden. My checked luggage included a couple bottles of former Buffalo Bills’ wide receiver Andre Reed’s all purpose sauce called “Over the Middle,” and my mom’s homemade corn relish and raspberry jam.Read More
In honor of Super Bowl Sunday, I dedicate this post to one of football’s favorite food. A culinary delight from my hometown of Buffalo. The Buffalo chicken wing. Or, as those of us from Buffalo simply call them, wings.
During my Christmas trip home in 2010, my family introduced me to a new place for chicken wings, Sal’s Lounge in Depew. For about a year, they’ve been telling me how delicious the wings are. My dad heard about the place from his football coaching buddies who frequent the neighborhood eatery. And by neighborhood, I mean it’s literally in a neighborhood.
A cheer was roared when my dad stepped into Sal’s and my sister and I followed. Seriously, we can’t go anywhere where he doesn’t know at least someone, even down here in Florida. This time, the cheer wasn’t for him, it was for the Buffalo Bills game televised in the bar. Fans were huddled up in their blue jerseys with draft or bottled beer in hand. The lounge is somewhat small and can fit 50 or maybe 75 people – if everyone’s friendly.Read More