If you’ve ever spent a minute talking to me, you know I’m a die-hard fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers. You also know I’m a self-diagnosed glutton. So mix football Sundays with hot-fudge sundaes, and welcome to Steve’s dreams.

Right before kickoff, Sarah and I usually cook up some elaborate tailgate food. Homemade Primanti Brothers sandwiches and pierrogies go great with Miller Lite, vintage 2009.

Back in the day, we used to carryout pre-game rituals – draping a Terrible Towel over Mario, our spastic cat. Nothing like beer and a tormented feline to heighten spirits for the big game. No one throws down a pep rally like the Bons!

You know it’s a good time when someone blurts out, “Look at that stupid cat running around with the towel over its head. Anymore beer in the fridge?” Wow, looking back at it now, I think I might have been a hillbilly?

Nevertheless, that was a long time ago. Today, it’s all about food and football. During a recent trip to Pennsylvania to visit friends, we broke from our traditional game-time fare. My buddy reintroduced me to Buffalo wings. Yes, it had been some time since I enjoyed the delights of fried chicken flaps doused in Tabasco sauce.

I had forgotten about my affinity for grease. I’m celebrating my rediscovery of fatty foods with a fresh harvest of chin pimples. It’s just like junior high school again – except with the heart of an out-of-shape 70-year-old. This is funny – I think – because I’m only 31.

The point is I’m on a mission to find the best wings. Better yet, I want the recipe so I can throw together a batch on game day. While we live in NC, we travel to the Northeast quite a bit. If anyone knows of a wing joint within driving distance that we must check out, please post below. I can’t expand my belt size without your help.