People of the Twin Cities, we here at City Pages have strayed from God. It’s been four years since we prostrated ourselves before the Runyon’s buffalo wing, and a full decade since we were first wise enough to worship their glorious simplicity. In 2018, the no-bullshit North Loop wing stop still reigns as Godhead of the Drummies. Praise be to their flour dredge and the way it bubbles to a crisp in the fry-o-later. Praise be to their delicate, buttery buffalo sauce. Praise be to Runyon’s. May we be smited if we ever forget their holy baskets of game-day joy.
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