Mar 202017
 

This is part of an ongoing series reviewing hot wings in the Huntsville area. Visit #HsvHotWings for a comprehensive linked list.

Taylor’s Wing Shak, suggested by reader Amanda Conger, is located out Winchester Road a piece, in always-bigger-than-I-remember-it northeastern Huntsville. Rachel and I went out for lunch to check it out.

Taylor’s is nearly full service, with the only you-tote-it part being the check at the end. Of the numerous combos available, the eight wings and fries for $9.25 seemed the best option for lunch, so I went with that. You’re allowed to get two flavors with the eight-wing combo, so in a bit of a departure for the post series, I got four supernova wings (“with heat like the sun”) and four lemon pepper wings. Celery is an extra buck, but you get a lot of it (interesting detail). Our service was friendly, prompt, and unobtrusive.

Quality: 5/10. My wings were appealingly basketed, with clear delineation between fries, supernova wings, and lemon pepper wings. They were fried effectively, with crispy skin yet juicy meat, and served at a good temperature. Unfortunately, size was rather lacking. I had a couple that approached reasonable, but most were small, and one was a two-bite runt.

Flavor: 7/10. All of my wings tasted good. The supernova wings have an immediate chili pepper kick, and then smooth out on a sweet barbecue note. The lemon pepper wings had an appealing salty tartness, with a good bit of black pepper background. Yummy.

Heat: 5/10. The supernova wings come out of the gate warm, and then climb a bit. I got a little sheen on my forehead, and a little tearing followed. I had a mild afterburn of about five minutes. (Heat commentary is for the supernova wings only.)

Taylor’s Wing Shak seems a promising joint that wants to be taken seriously, with numerous flavor and combo possibilities. Indeed, they’ve got a lot of the melody down. A bump on wing size could make this a great stop.

 Posted by at 9:24 pm
Mar 202017
 

Thanks to the ceaseless efforts of diligent safety advocates, the day-to-day threat of getting squished has gone steadily down my entire life.

I mean, there was something character-building about getting one of your fingers mashed in a car’s power window, wasn’t there? Now, most of the windows just meekly retreat if they meet the slightest resistance. And there was magic in slamming your fingers in the car door. I suppose that’s still possible, but it’s not like it used to be. My dad was restoring a ’67 Cadillac convertible one summer when I was about nine. I was out “helping” him, and managed to close the passenger door with my left hand whilst holding the side of the windshield frame with my right hand.

That was a special moment, looking up at my fingers being mashed between the windshield and that 300-lb. door and feeling that exquisite agony. It’s what I think of whenever I consider relativity. My fingers were probably in there a grand total of one second, but in my memory I looked at them for at least ten.

Cars are just as heavy as they ever were—even more so—but car doors don’t needlessly weigh several hundred pounds anymore.

My favorite was the garage door. I used to love hitting the button from the back of the garage and then seeing how closely I could cut it getting out. Sometimes I wouldn’t be in the mood and would begin walking briskly as soon as the descent began…but other times it was on, baby. I’d let it get a third down, then halfway down, then usually a little past before taking off and rolling under it, imagining that I was just narrowly escaping the certain death of the multi-ton door crushing me between itself and the concrete like a rotten peach.

Now, you cross that little laser beam, and the door just goes back up.

I suppose there is still some game in trying to get out between the closing door and the beam, but with the threat of bodily injury so remote, the experience just doesn’t have that spark anymore.

 Posted by at 10:47 am

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