There was a nub of a thread in early January responding to someone's quest for Buffalo-style chicken wings. The archetype, of course, being separated drumette and winglet portions deep fried then sauced in a red pepper, vinegar and butter emulsion and served with a cup of chunky blue cheese dressing and a handful of celery sticks.
Open just since new year's eve, "Fire On The Mountain" should suit even the most jaded east coast palate. It will likewise satisfy us west coast types. The closest to the real stuff may be their "el jefe" style, a hot and sour sauce that draws its fire from a liberal dose of habanero. The "extra hot" is the next closest, well suited to those who used to be able to eat hot coals for breakfast, but for whom age or digestive tract dysfunction no longer permit such indulgence. Additonal sauces (hot to mild) are conventionally flavored and merely descend the Scoville scale. Still others are pure creativity which Buffalonians (Buffalogians? Buffalites?) may or may not appreciate. Tonight's visit saw a tamarind-based sauce which wasn't there last time. Also featured are a spicy peanut, a habanero raspberry, sweet barbeque and Jamaican jerk style. I have had the peanut and jerk and enjoy them immensely. Good heat despite the odd departures from convention.
For little folks, there are chicken fingers and fries. I stole a couple bites from my 7 y/o. Great grease. Fries are crispy outside, tender in. The strips are fresh and liberally battered. The child loved them too.
Finally, some effort is being put out for our vegetarian friends. "Portland Wings" are featured. They involve no meat, though I was afraid to ask what exactly they are made with. Apparently it's not tempeh--at least not yet. Chatting with one of the proprietors, Jordan, I learned that tempeh "wings" may be in the works. So, tell all your vegan friends--if you can drag them away from the foie gras protests long enough to eat something ungreen and unraw.
Location is on North Interstate, north of Kaiser and south of the bowling alley. It's on the west side of the street and has a really cool, Grateful Dead-inspired sign out front.
"Almost a blaze. . ." Get there before it erupts.