"The indefatigable Wing Brigade at our company has ordered wings from Hollywood Ale House on Friday for years ... and while some weeks are better than others, even the lesser weeks are greater than the sum of all those chicken parts. Or that's what we tell the president of our company, a raw foods aficionado inevitably appearing to pale at the sight of our feasting. Probably at the mere thought as well on days when he's not in when the wings arrive. Although, on one occasion he was game enough to join us with his own supply of some tofu like substance, which pleased us no end. The aroma of Hollywood Ale House wings, from first moments of arrival, is unmistakable, and the lingering effects divine. Yes, there was the time the kitchen erred in sending them out breaded, leaving us with what seemed like a bucket of baseballs. And there was the memorable week the wings were so small we wondered if they'd come from Cornish game hens. One of our colleagues an occasional winger wishes that they would arrive charred to a crisp his personal preference. Another colleague he of the weak stomach only joins us when he forgets his lunch. Sometimes the supply of accompanying celery and bleu cheese sauce is overly generous, and occasionally it's on the skimpy side. Sometimes the celery gets plopped on top of piping hot wings, arriving at our conference room in a state that's semi braised. But usually it's crisp, chilled and ready to crunch. The Mount St. Helens sauce for those who like it hot is enough to ward off most evil, and most of the office germs. Yes, Wings Unlimited, Wings Forever. The Hollywood Ale House menu shows that it serves a lot of other crowd pleasers, but how would we know? We are pure and simply the Wing Brigade."
