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.