I'm only going to talk about this once and then I'll never speak of it again. I'm so completely spoiled rotten by the people that love me, that I have to give them a personal shout out.
Prettier than that Efron kid.
These beauties were made for me by the executive chef at an establishment I call home, Little Bear in Downtown LA. These cannot be found on the menu, so don't even ask. Little Bear is a traditional Belgian cafe that pours the best beer in town and boasts a mean sausage (ha).
For months now, I've been pushing to get fried chicken on the menu. Crickets... not happening. But when I tell you that Chef Vidal can cook with his eyes closed... I mean it. He won't tell me the recipe and doesn't even like to talk about these wings. He can hold a secret tighter than a fart.
I won't tell anyone...
Go to Little Bear, drink, and have a good time. Tell 'em I sent ya.
All my love,
Bibby.
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