Loyal blog readers (that would be you mom) already know that I’m a Cincinnati Bengals fan. And when they’re playing, I like to watch at a bar and eat some good bar food. So when a friend I hadn’t seen since high school, Mike, suggested we meet up, I was up for it, no matter where we went.
Mike suggested we meet at a bar called Bird’s Nest. Sounded good to me. I’ve been so lucky with bar food since I’ve moved to Chicago that I invented a stupid word that no one else has started using yet: barmet. (Gourmet with the word bar in front. Oh you got that? And you’re still not going to start using it? Oh well, I’ll keep trying.)
Best wings in Chicago?
I didn’t realize that we were going to a place that had been voted as the best wings in the city.
Now, I wouldn’t call wings barmet. They are bar food. When done well, they should be simple and spicy. You try to fancy that up, you lose what makes it good.
But I can see why the wings were voted the best. They were delicious. Juicy meat, crisp fried skin, and spicy sauce, that was the perfect heat. Well, I could have gone hotter, but Gal was there and I didn’t want to get puffy red lips and spicy, gradoux fingernails that come with wings. (Or at least, how I eat wings.)
And I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Mike’s brother-in-law was there, and about 6 of his friends, and I swear I saw them order about 100 wings. No joke.
But yeah, they were good. The wings were as good as the Bengals were bad that Sunday. With the Bengals, maybe next year, but I hope to get back to Bird’s Nest sooner.
The Bird’s Nest boasts that its menu is not typical bar food. I say, time for a reality check, Bird’s Nest. I say, do what you’re good at. I say, be proud of what you are: a sport’s bar with a typical, albeit extended, menu. Okay okay, they do have a few – and I mean a few – more vegetarian options than most bars (hummus, stuffed mushrooms). I wasn’t a big fan of the veggie panini I ordered, but what did I expect? I was surrounded by hundreds of sports-tuned televisions and super fans pounding chicken wings. Go to Bird’s Nest if you want to watch football, hang out with your friends, eat wings and drink beer. If you’re looking for culinary excellence, Bird’s Nest is not the place to find it, but did I really need to tell you that? It is, after all, a neighborhood sports bar.