it’s been over a year since i’ve had wingstop, since i left charlotte. the closest one to me is 25-30 minutes away towards boston. tonight, i said fuck it and drove there. i ordered and ate in my car while talking to e. they were loading dump trucks of snow and driving it off to what i presume is the charles river while i was eating lemon pepper wings in the sequoia. they seasoned the lemon pepper liberally, and the fries complemented them perfectly. i forgot how good the wingstop honey mustard is. damn do i miss it being 5 minutes away from my house. you never know what you got until it’s gone.
for sure now i know what i had.
-ratha, 10:03pm, 2.26.22