Stick us in any restaurant, high brow or low, and we're going to home in on the wings. Something about a crispy, spicy, smoky, sweet little piece of meat with a handle is irresistible. These diminutive wings are a zesty, sticky mess that left us licking our fingers. So now it's up to you: How well do you know the Twin Cities' wing landscape? Good luck!
Last week we were feasting on the happy hour-priced oysters at the hopping seafood wonderland Smack Shack. Several of you guys were able to pick up what we were laying down, but mtjoseph nailed it right away. You'll be entered in our drawing at the end of the month.