Oh, Clarkston. You're such a diamond in the rough. I don't mind, because it means I get you pretty much to myself!
Long had I seen the (admittedly, somewhat decrepit-looking) wing truck in the (beloved) Thriftown parking lot. For a while it wasn't operational, and I felt no great loss. After all, there is a KFC/Taco Bell right up the street for all my fried poultry and/or faux-taco needs.
Lately when we drive to the store, though, the smell of the newly-reopened Wing Ding Doodle calls to me. It's basically like the Siren of Clarkston, ok? It wants my money, and I want what it has. We're all adults, people. But I have been kind of afraid. I know, I know, I'm afraid of everything. So far I'm alive so it's working out okay, I think.
Today the boyfriend wanted a banh-mi, but I wanted something more...fried. Because I may or may not have drunk too many things last night. What? Leave me alone. While he was at Pho Truc, I asked him to visit a different truck. One that smells like grease and all things delicious. I just wanted some chicken fings with honey mustard and maybe some fries. I didn't ASK for the fries, but I hoped they would show up. And they did, and they were salty, and it was Lawry's.
The fingers were actually, surprisingly good. I would have been happy with some previously-frozen kids' meal krap, but these tenders were way better than that. They were crispy on the outside, though not crunchy. Kind of from the Chick-fil-A school of strips. The honey mustard was damn fine. Everything was salty and I'm not complaining.
I kind of wish I had stayed scared of The Doodle, because now I'm even more scared of how often I might be visiting it. read more