My columns these past few weeks have mostly involved three things: studying, studying and studying. People are probably beginning to think I lead a pretty boring life, which might be the case.
However, studying has probably been on the minds of other students in disproportionate amounts lately, and I am here to tell everyone to close those books and take a breather, at least at 9 p.m. next Wednesday.
For those of you unaware of the miraculous event that occurs on this particular day at this specific time, behold! For Brothers Bar, 704 University Ave., offers something so wonderful and delectable to the people of Madison'all you can eat 10 cent wings.
I was introduced to Wing Night a week ago when my friends, who rarely miss a Wednesday night at Brothers, insisted that I go with them to experience the wonder of the wing.
My 8 a.m. class on Thursday usually prevents me from going out on Wednesday nights, but I figured I had to see if the wings were really as great as my friends had repeatedly claimed.
We arrived at Brothers at 8:45 p.m., although we should have gotten there earlier considering there was a line almost out the door. The tables were already filled, leaving us to claim a few bar stools upstairs.
The wait was long. I found myself glancing at the staircase every five minutes, anticipating the arrival of my friend who was getting the wings for us. About 45 minutes later, she and the wings appeared in all their glory.
When I asked a Brothers bartender how the wing sauce is made, he told me it was top secret information. I guess I have no choice but to speculate about its contents.
The mild sauce tastes like ranch dressing blended with something like aioli that gives it a little zest. The spicy wings seem to be drenched in a buffalo sauce that is better (and hotter) than most.
Although both varieties are delicious, I found that many people consider themselves to be either 'hot people' or 'mild people.' I am definitely a 'mild person.'
The wings themselves are not all that meaty, so don't be afraid to order a lot of them. I could easily eat 10 to 15 wings, and that is having already eaten dinner. Between my friends and I, we ordered 100 wings, which is apparently pretty typical of the wing night crowd.
I am actually hesitant to run this column for fear of making the wait for wings even longer on Wednesday nights. However, I figured there are people out there like me who have no idea how truly delicious these little buggers are.
Plus, maybe this column will get me a place at the front of the line next week!
