A food runner placed the steaming wings in front of me and Rita. The spiciness burned my nostrils and made my eyes water. I licked my lips in anticipation of the savory blend of mango and habanero peppers mixed with ranch dressing.
Janie brought us three small round plates and a stack of napkins. “Those smell so good. Every time I serve them, I imagine myself swiping one and sneaking to the other end of the bar to eat the tempting little boogers. Wings are my weakness.”
I dipped my finger into the sauce to sample the spiciness before committing to an entire piece. The sweetness of the mango mixed perfectly with the heat of the peppers. I didn’t even mind the lingering burning sensation on my tongue. “We can share, and you won’t even have to steal one. If I worked here, I’d be twenty poun
