🇺🇸 A Note on Eating Buffalo Wings in Buffalo

🇺🇸 A Note on Eating Buffalo Wings in Buffalo I ordered delivery tonight just to try authentic Buffalo wings. When the delivery guy — a Black dude — finally arrived, he handed me only a drink. Stunned, I thought he was about to scam me and dash off 🏃💨. Feeling uneasy, I told him I also had a box of wings. He stood there scratching his head, playing confused, and I was sure my order was lost. But then he drove all the way back to the restaurant to get it 🚗💨. Didn’t expect to meet such a kindhearted guy in Buffalo, this fading old city — a bit careless, but I’m just glad the food made it 🍗🙏. Opening the box, that familiar punchy Buffalo sauce smell hit me — the real deal! The sauce was still that insane mix of tangy and spicy, but this time it tasted even more sour than I remembered 🍋🔥. American tastes can be hard to understand sometimes. But the local wings were much larger than typical U.S. wings, plump and juicy, fried crispy outside and tender inside, with each bite releasing savory juices 💦🍗. Sitting by the window in my Airbnb, I nibbled on wings while watching snow fall outside ❄️🏠. The host’s home was cozy — wooden furniture, warm yellow lighting, soft carpets. With everything white outside, the indoors felt extra warm. The host had a golden retriever and two chubby cats. The dog was super friendly, lying at my feet eyeing the wings 🐕👀, while the cats aloofly curled up on the couch 🐱🛋️. By the third wing, the sour kick rushed to my head, and I quickly gulped some Coke 🥤. It reminded me of my initial bias toward American fried chicken — now I’m slowly accepting this bold, blunt flavor assault. Maybe taste buds really do adapt along with your journey 👣🌎. Midway through, the host walked over smiling, “So, how’s the authentic Buffalo taste?” I made a puckered face and said, “It’s… unique!” He laughed heartily, saying many Asian friends react exactly the same way the first time 😂🤝. Even though the portion was generous, by the fifth wing I started regretting it — not ordering it, but not having some veggie salad on the side 🥗😅. I quietly packed the leftovers into the fridge, wondering: Will they taste even sourer tomorrow? 🧊🤔 Before leaving, I patted the golden retriever’s head, and it let out a content grunt. Outside, snow kept falling; Buffalo’s night was quiet as a slow song. That careless yet kind delivery, the face-souring wings, the host’s pets, and this first-snow evening — all became a saucy page in my study-abroad memory 📖🍗❄️. #StudentEats#FirstSnowMemory#JustGrabbingABite#Buffalo#ChickenWings#FriedChicken#RegretAfterEating#StudentFoodReview#BuffaloNights#FlavorDiary