Consider the Wang

These are the Wangs I know I know. These are the Wangs I know. WANG LABORATORIES! You made computers before most people made computers & before Steve Jobs was a thing & that was sorta awesome. Go tech!

These are the Wangs I know I know these are the Wangs I know. WANG CHUNG! You took the Chinese phrase for "yellow bell" & made ignorant 80's American radio listeners wonder about the Asian origin of your band name whilst ensuring that Dick Clark had to repeatedly say "Wang Chung." Everybody have fun tonight!

These are the Wangs I know I know these are the Wangs I know. WANGS...PENISES...WANGS...PENISES.

These are the Wangs I know I know these are the Wangs I know. ALEXANDER WANG! Kanye dropped your name in a song & he is a TOTAL DESIGN EXPERT. You design clothes. You are urban. Whoopdee-do...

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Park Slope: Home of Adam's Atomic Dustbin

When you think of the word "atomic," what do you think of? Do you think of "atomic lasers falling from the sky?" Do you think of the 1992 Ned's Atomic Dustbin #1 hit "Not Sleeping Around?" Has Joe McCarthy got to you and your brain instantly goes to death and destruction and "BOMB?"

I bet decades ago, when Atomic Wings founder Adam Lippin fell in love with Buffalo wings and decided to turn his love of said food into a franchised chain of wing joints, he was associating good thoughts with the word "atomic." I bet he loved hotass wings but had absolutely no idea that there'd be a seriously sad incarnation of his winged vision holding down prime real estate in Park Slope...in 2014.

Flashback: In the summer of 2011, when the world was coming to an end, I declared that my "FiPS End of Days Meal" would be "as many Jerk BBQ Chicken Littles from Atomic Wings as possible and 7-8 growlers of beer from Bierkraft." Almost three years have passed since then and, looking back on that decision, I can't help but wonder what the fuck I was thinking. Atomic Wings for a last meal? C'mon now.

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