People are nuts. There’s a restaurant called Big Shot Bob’s that sells 100 flavours of wings. Apparently, somebody saw the black on black crime flavour, and lost it. Without asking a few basic questions, they spread the story like mad, and people are making threatening phone calls to the restaurant, saying they’ll go out of business.
If they had asked a few questions, they would have found out that the flavour was invented, and named, by a black customer. But oh no, asking questions is not what these people do.
What kills me about this story is we have had suicide wings for years. But nobody gets all up in arms about that. That’s just fine. They shouldn’t get up in arms about it, nor should they flip their lids about this one either. I don’t know what it is about wing flavours. They’re wacky, and that’s all there is to it.
But now they’ve changed the wing flavour to “Big Fine Woman 2000”, a name selected by the original complaining customer. Uh-huh. That name makes no sense, but that’s beside the point. How long until someone thinks that’s a slam against fat women?