If/When I ever come back to Buffalo, I'm not going to get wings. I'm going to eat at Chef's every night.
It's the best Italian food I've ever eaten, and I've lived all over the country, including New Jersey.
Just the gravy alone is worth the trip.
I had a similar conversation with my daughter, who witnessed a blackout drunk power-diving face first into the concrete stairs in the upper deck.
"Dad, what's wrong with him?"
"He's sick, sweetheart."