Many years ago, I remember when Wing Supreme either first opened shop or had a grand re-opening—I really can’t recall which—at 3925 N. Lincoln and allowed the general public to come on down and sample their very meaty wares, all for free. I honestly liked what I had and planned to write about it, but then I, you know, had a stroke and was out of commission for a few months.
Thankfully, my boss Patrick recently called me up and asked if I had ever reviewed them; I was suddenly taken back to that sordid deliciousness and my original intent to positively write them up. I desperately needed a return to Wing Supreme and soon, at least before my next deadly stroke.
We showed up there sometime on Friday afternoon. But, as we walked through the door, we were given the bad news: they sold out of wings. Sure, they were expecting more, but it might be a little while. We sat there waiting for a while, when I was hit with a poverty-level idea: I have no problem with boneless wings—I prefer them actually!
Patrick must’ve agreed, because he bolted up from his seat and ordered some of their boneless wings, as well as a few other spicy and sweet selections from their very precise menu, for us to unequivocally dine on...
After a few minutes of top-secret gabbing, we received our seven-piece Boneless Wings ($7.99), Patrick picking the famous Medium Heat as one flavor and me, being the ultimate jerk, picked the obscure Old Bay seasoning taste. But, while the medium heat was a definite classic and forever has our love in its pocket, it was the perfectly tempered Old Bay that was the clear-cut taste winner, with Patrick even taking the last chunk of chicken, slathered in ranch, and me silently gloating.
Fried Okra ($3.00) is always an Oklahoma foodstuff I duly order and, sadly, am always disappointed by, typically receiving soggy cuts of chewy green bits of vegetable matter. Not here though, as this okra was high and tight, crispy beyond belief with a nice crunch to it. It was truly a relief to finally have some okra you can get behind and salute.
But, if I’m being honest, what I truly looked forward to was our order of Boom Boom Shrimp ($9.00), a nice little mix of sweet and heat for the masses that I was visibly entranced by. As a thick orange glaze covered the hopefully deveined and mutually fried shrimp, its unique turn of tastes had Patrick and I constantly returning to them, declaring them a winner, a hidden favorite on the widely seen menu.
As we were walking out, I heard a woman order a bean pie. Something I’ve never tried but have always wanted to sample, this Muslim delicacy was shipped in from the Shabazz Bakery in Inglewood, California, according to the label. Hidden behind a few treats in a plastic display case off to the side, though full of wings and shrimp, there was no way I was going to turn down this opportunity.
Gently opening the wrapper, the tiny pie had an enthralling scent reminiscent of sweet potato, with a highly comparable taste of all things natural and truly beloved, at least in my heart. It’s truly a daring sensation—and the only time I’ve personally seen them in Oklahoma City—and wished I had gotten another one for a little bit later. Cómpralo ya!
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