Heard of the White Horse? Been there? Well if not, go. It's a great place. Nice ambiance, fair prices, and good music. Comfortable bar with two TV's comfortably placed. A good hang. Just don't, whatever you do, order their wings. The words 'chicken' and 'wings' are univerally sullied by the material they serve here.

Why:

• Greasy. No joke, these are the greasiest wings I've ever eaten. Like grease running down the crease of your mouth greasy. That should be hotsauce you're wiping off your face, not Wesson.
• Poor texture. Overall soft with little to no crunch. Any crunch they might have had on the way from the kitchen to your maw has been reduced to nil by the grease, see above.
• Bland sauce. A slightly sweet barbecue derivative which contained no personality and no heat. Zero kick to these babies.
• Sides. Order served with 5 (smallish) pieces of (unripe) celery, and a bland non-chunky bleu cheese.
• 'Summary: Go to the White Horse Tavern. Don't order the wings while you're there.

66 Water Street Bar is one of those places that tries really really hard, but somehow just don't pluck the chicken. Who knows why. The bar itself is gorgeous with really nice lighting and space definitions. There's a small art gallery. Windows look down to a huge basement space used by shows that can seat prolly 100. They've a good tap/bottle and booze selection. Maybe cuz of all of the above, or maybe because me and K hung out there a lot, or maybe because it's a bar, I(J) love the place.

But, their wings need help.

Why:

• Texture. It's difficult to tell whether 66WSTB's wings should be eaten with a fork or with a straw. If you're a fan of mushy wings, go here.
• OK kick and a nice basic hot sauce.
• Not bad tasting.

Words about the joint and their wingal abilities.