Wing Night Distraction

The boys have had a wing night planned since before all this stuff with grandpa cropped up. After a long week of going back and forth to the hospital and working in the studio, I needed a couple hours of distraction to feel something other than dread and stress.

We returned to the worst-named wing joint, Knuk-N-Futz, in Taylor Mill. If you’re looking for good and greasy, this place is it. I didn’t feel like dealing with the mess that comes with eating wings, so I went with boneless this time. No, I don’t feel bad about that decision.

---