I can’t believe these sweet, sticky, slightly hot wings are from Cayenne’s. Everything there is usually doused in sauce that’s come straight from the seventh rung itself. Their logo has the Devil on it, for crying out loud.
“I like these wings,” I say, but I don’t pick up another one. Her orange tabby cat looks like he might claw through my jugular if I …
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