Chicken Wings and Beers

It has been really difficult to find a good place to eat chicken wings here in London. I have tried different places, from Big Easy, to Nando’s, also The Sussex pub, and even went to The Lexington for an all you can eat ribs and wings that in my opinion was quite disappointing, in conclusion no luck so far.

Bodean's BBQ Smokehouse

I got a tip to try the ones in Bodean’s, so the other day I was wandering in Notting Hill around Westbourne Grove and I bumped into the place by chance, so I decided to give it a go. I had the chance to try their chicken wings, ribs, and the famous burnt ends. Surprisingly the wings were good, however, I’m pretty sure there has to be a better place around town. The ribs were a little bit dry, and the burnt ends were quite good, all the mains came with chips and coleslaw, more like french fries which were quite bad, completely saggy.

Burnt Ends

So if you want to try a Kansas’ BBQ style, as they say smoke it slow and cook it low, from the oak burning smoke pit, or want to watch NBA, MLB and the World Cup go try Bodean’s, they even have an offer of combos for 10 quids. So from now on every time I want chicken wings and beers that’s going to be my choice until I find a better place.

I hope to find the Kenny Rogers Roasters with the gigantic red neon sign that makes Kramer convince Jerry to swap flats until Jerry discovers that Kramer is addicted to the restaurant as in “The Chicken Roaster” episode.

Jerry: Seth, you're the manager, can't you turn off the sign?

Seth: Jerry, I lied, I'm just the assistant manager.

Seth: Number sixty seven, family feast.

Newman: Number 67, right here, right here!

Jerry: Hello Newman.

Newman: Hello Jerry.

Seth: And don't forget your steamed broccoli.

Jerry: Hold it, Newman, you wouldn't eat broccoli if it was deep fried in chocolate sauce.

Newman: I love broccoli, it’s good for you.

Jerry: Really? Then maybe you'd like to have a piece?

Newman: Gladly.

Newman: Vile weed!

Jerry: It's Kramer isn't it? The greasy door knob the constant licking of the fingers, he's hooked to the chicken isn't he?

Newman: Yes, now please. Someone, honey mustard.