In my opinion, the perfect chicken wing is extra, extra crispy on the outside, but still moist and tender on the inside. I like them best when they are slathered in sweet and savory barbecue or, when I’m in the right mood, hot sauce of a more traditional variety with just enough heat to tingle my tastebuds. But not enough so that sweat starts to bead on my brow.

I can do without the blue cheese, but I never pass up a couple of pieces of celery. (Cleansing the palate is a must.) And I definitely require someplace for the “carnage,” and a whole heck of a lot of napkins. Because, trust me, it isn’t going to be pretty. Oh, I try to be girlie and dainty about it, but it never seems to work out the way I plan.

I’ve sampled this deep-fried delicacy at many an establishment over the years, but never have I encountered a wing so absolutely perfect in their very wingness as those served up at The Stadium Sports Bar and Grill in Oxford. Their honey barbecue wings? To die for.