Favorite chicken wings in this town:
Japanese: FuraiBo, of course.
American: the finest and most delicate and well put together are, surprisingly, at Nicky D's woodfired pizza. These are strange, beautiful things, about as neat and gourmand as buffalo-style chicken wings can get. They are delicacies of wings.
However, feeling the need for some WINGZ, I mean, like a beach-driven hunger, a visceral craving, Sarah and I cruised around until we spotted Hot Wings Cafe on Melrose. Surprisingly, it's, uh, sort of a big warehouse thing in a ritzy strip of melrose. Wings are, like, $8 for 16. They're spectacularly satisfying. They're not nearly as delicately composed in flavor as Nicky D's. But they've got all those carnal, brutal elements that you crave when you crave Wings, and they've got them in overflowing abundance. Crispity-crunchiness, little knobs of friedness, stickness of sauce.
Definitely the superior for the craving that starts in your lower intestine and your 'nads.
Surprisingly, my favored of their sauces was their spicy barbecue sauce, though their buffalo style sauce was pretty fine too. I think this is more cued to the chicken tastes of the South than the Northeast.