The Sweet Jabari wing are a gods gift to any tounge they encounter. For the Tastemachine Charlotte sect these wings are a IT and can be found at Sir Edmund Halley's pub located in a basement of a shitty 70's strip mall.
We've throughly investigated these delictable little appendages and have learned that this wing recipe is a secret held by the chef. who's name is appropriatly Jabari. we demanded to see his face one very loud drunken night...large quiet man of island decent. we thanked him, he told us a funny joke and then strolled back into his labratory. i was speechless... i just met the Babe Ruth of wing slingers for christ sakes.
the taste of the Jabari wing is nearly indescribable. all i'll say is that they create a whimsicle mix of sweet n sour spicy sauce and burnt specs of charcoal. dudes, if Diary Queen added a dolup of ice cream to these kids, they'd have a wicked "Meat Blizzard" on their hands. un-MF'in-real.
I've thrown myself at these wings 6 to 8 times now and am astonished that every single time they arrive they are cooked, look, and taste EXACTLY the same...and that's all any sane carnivore can really ask for.
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If you don't take me on a stroll to Sir Eddies then you are not my son!
oh no need to worry about that...you'll be there (maybe twice).
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