Meal of the Day: Southern Wings

My brothers-in-law have taught me that chicken wings have rules, and that only a certain kind of wings deserve the descriptor "Buffalo." So the offerings of the bar at the Hilton hotel in Jackson, Miss. were met with a certain degree of skepticism.

These were properly fried (no breading!) and perfectly sauced (enough for lots of flavor, not so much that it makes the wing soggy or overwhelms the experience), and they were served with blue cheese dressing (even though the waiter offered me ranch).

Excellent.