Those Delectable, Devilish Wings at Chuckwagon BBQ & Grill

Written by on September 8, 2015

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and the birds were flitting from tree to tree. However, Chris and I were filled with dread. Why? We were on our way to try out the infamous level 10 Buffalo wings at Chuckwagon, located at 7 Portsdown Road.

Upon arriving, we were greeted with a pleasant atmosphere and prompt service. We quickly sat down and proceeded to our meals.

Starting off our meal with Nachos arranged nicely on a plate around a cold salsa dip, we guzzled them down. Crispy and with the right amount of cheese, we knew that this was a good sign of the meal to come.

Next came the Cowboy Burger, an American-sized burger with a side of unsalted fires and coleslaw. It was a masterpiece. The patty was tender and well seasoned, with juice streaming out on every bite. Man, writing this is making me salivate.

Anyway, we took our time with the Cowboy Burger because we knew that it was the only thing keeping us from the fiery death of the Buffalo wings. But all good things come to an end and soon, it was time.

Chris and I started with their level 4 wings. Served with a side of celery and carrot sticks with blue cheese dip (as all Buffalo wings should be) they looked normal, but we really didn’t know what to expect in terms of spiciness.

When we bit into it, we were pleasantly surprised. Yes, the wings were spicy, and yes, we had started sweating, but beyond the spice, the wings were tender and juicy. If you like spicy food but aren’t looking for a mind-searing challenge, I would recommend the level 4 wings, which were spicy enough to make you perspire, but weren’t too spicy to enjoy.

The level 6 wings were next. Now, this was a significant step up from level 4.

There wasn’t a difference in quality but they were definitely spicier. Spicy enough to make me tear, but not spicy enough to keep me from them, I would say the biggest difference between these and level 4 wings would be the ‘after-burn’ of the chilli.

Level 10. Where do I start? The wings were dark red, like they were sucking in the light around them. They were oozing an aura of malevolence and pure spicy evil. Heck, when I took a whiff of them, I could feel my nasal passage burning and my taste buds crying for mercy.

Now keep in mind that this was after Chris and I ate the level 4 and 6 wings. We had already been subjected to two wings of mind-searing heat and we were absolutely reluctant to even look at the level 10 wings.

But for the sake of our listeners (that’s you) and our pride, we gingerly lifted the wings with trembling hands and fearful hearts. Then, we took our first bites. Instantly, Chris dropped his wing and snatched up his glass of water. I held on to my wing and swore to finish at least the drumlet before I drank any water. This resolution lasted 2 more bites and by then, my nerves were on fire.

The next half an hour was a blur as our brains were charred to ashes by the insane seven million-Scoville wings. I distinctly remember sobbing and staring into space with my mouth agape.

In short, we were totally and utterly destroyed by the wing. 10/10 would do it again once I’ve recovered from the trauma.

So if you’re feeling brave or if you simply love good food, good service, and a great atmosphere, drop by Chuckwagon.

I assure you, they do not disappoint.

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