With all of the important news that was the news in today's N&R, only one item made me shake my head in disappointment. The item of my dismay took up almost the entire front page of today's Life section and asked a question, the answer to which I thought should be settled by now: Who has the best wings in town?
After I read the headline, I scanned the page for the words I was looking for: Minj Grille. But noooo.... The N&R staff (depicted while masticating) subjected themselves to a bunch of crappy, gristle infested, bland, over-advertised, under-sized and otherwise inferior under-fed by-products of Mr. Perdue's over-populated chicken farms. And I feel sorry for them - but that is not the point here.
As a subscriber who depends on the N&R for thoroughness and accuracy, I insist that Jeri Rowe, Ed Hardin and Co. take the short walk from their now grease-covered desks on Market St. down to 310 S. Elm St. (or call 273-5393) and order up some of Minj's crispy-but-saucy, over-sized, "kicked-up" wings - and print an apology and correction in tomorrow's paper. (Or do it in the comments below).
Update I: For the uninitiated, Minj is an acronym drawn from the first names of the Hill family who own the place. Matt (dad), India (daughter), Niki (mom and sauce inventor) and, I hope I get this one right (ed:I didn't), Jordyn (son). If I didn't get the 'J' right, I'm sure Niki will correct me. She has proven to not be shy about making comments here.
Update II: Killian is soon to be a convert.