Most chicken wings get one trip through the sauce and call it a day. At one longtime Phoenix hangout, the wings take the scenic route instead.
They get fried, dipped in sauce, tossed on the grill, and then dipped all over again before they reach the table. That extra step has turned a no-frills neighborhood bar into a spot people drive across the Valley to find, and some even fly in from out of state.
The room is dark, the decor looks borrowed from the 1970s, and the calendar stays packed with bands, comedy nights, and game days on a giant projector screen. Prices stay friendly, and the kitchen runs daily specials that regulars plan their week around…