To
Wingazette®:
It was with great sadness
that I read the
Wingazette®'s
recent review of Fatheads in Pittsburgh. I am not disappointed in the review
itself, I know from recent personal visits that
Wingazette®'s
report was spot on. But as one who humbly considers himself a legitimate wing
pioneer, it is sad to see how far Fatheads has fallen from its position in the
early wing pantheon.
Fatheads was on the cutting
edge of the wing explosion of the late 80's and early 90's. The original
restaurant was a true dive, with cheap, cold beer and murals on the walls that
could only have been painted for free by a friend or family member of the
owners. The original killer wing, Fathead vs. The Volcano, was served in one
size - five wings - and you had to sign a written waiver releasing the
restaurant of all liability arising from your consumption. The Volcanoes, as we
called them, were also the first restaurant wings that I can recall that
actually featured fresh habenero peppers. These days any restaurant can produce
intolerable heat via a $7.95 bottle of pure capsicum (and Fatheads may be doing
so now), but back then the fresh habs contributed to a true wing eating Fear
Factor (they also famously gave me, inexplicably, a wicked case of the hiccups
as soon as my order arrive). For those of you newer wing connoisseurs, "Fear
Factor" refers to the conflicting emotions one has when the wings taste so good
that you always want one more, but they are so hot that you are secretly hopeful
that when you glance down your plate will be empty.
Alas, like many wing
restaurants, success proved to be the undoing of Fatheads. When the weekend
table wait began to exceed 90 minutes, the owners acquired the space next door
and knocked down the dividing wall. The Fatheads identity shifted to a hip
urban bar serving dozens of trendy draft beers, and the wings became an
afterthought. They also succumbed to another marketing disaster that has
plagued wing restaurants for year now - bigger is better. Next to its wings,
the early Fatheads was famous for large sandwiches. Assuming that larger means
better in every case, the Fatheads wings grew bigger and bigger in size. As
many of you know,
Wingazette® has
devoted ample space to educating its reader on the folly of this bigger is
better approach to wings.
The simple reality these
days is that most restaurants are either unwilling or unable to serve a truly
good wing product. I do not travel as much as I used to, but the fact is that
it has been a long time since I have had an order of wings that comes close to
the wings I prepare at home following the
Wingazette®
Cookbook. If you come across an exception to this rule, please be sure to share
your experience with the rest of us.
Dan O'Connor
Danbury,
CT
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