The kids, my sister and I met up with my long-time friend, Che, at Flaming Wings. We ordered the works--wings, mashed potatoes, pomme frites. Too bad that we didn't have chicken tenders. We got there a little too late. They were all out.
We ordered the chicken wings cooked in both the original sauce and the sweet and mild. We also got both the blue cheese and the honey mustard dips. Yummy.
To cap off the night, we ordered two servings of wicked oreos. And they're really, really, really wicked. Imagine three oreos coated with pancake batter, topped with a dollop of vanilla ice cream and colorful candy sprinkles.