Capital Restaurant (San Francisco)
It wasn’t even 10:30am but when you see a sign that says something like “World’s Best Chicken Wings” and your day-long hangover is done, well, I think you know what happens next.
World's best?
I’m not a huge fan of chicken wings. I’ve never really liked to eat fried skin–no matter which animal–and I’m always freaked-out by the sinews and what-nots that you can see when you bite into one, and I feel awfully sorry for whatever they do to the rest of the chicken, but these were excellently fried with a very good savoriness. They must be lightly coated in rice flour and then salted at the end. They come with some scallions and some jalapeno slices. It was a good breakfast.
