Wing Ding Doodle

Yeah, not too bad for a trailer sitting in a parking lot. We pass this place all the time since we live in the general area. My girl and I were always curious but never had the nerve to just go for it. Mostly, we just made fun of the name.
I finally made the venture over just the other day. The guy working was extremely friendly, that is much appreciated! He went over the menu which is very elaborate (for a trailer kitchen, mind you). BBQ, burgers, wings, and everything fried.
I went for the wings the first time out. They have around 12 flavors, including some odd ones like Cherryachi. The wings were medium sized, had good flavor and were cooked just right. Wait was only 6 minutes for fresh (well ones that were not siting under a heat lamp) and were ready to go!
Not sure what we will try next time… only downside was I saw the previous health department score and they failed (after a re-​do they passed). Keep that kitchen clean! Ah, it’s all fried anyway…

Oh, Clarkston. You’re such a diamond in the rough. I don’t mind, because it means I get you pretty much to myself!
Long had I seen the (admittedly, somewhat decrepit-​looking) wing truck in the (beloved) Thriftown parking lot. For a while it wasn’t operational, and I felt no great loss. After all, there is a KFC/​Taco Bell right up the street for all my fried poultry and/​or faux-​taco needs.
Lately when we drive to the store, though, the smell of the newly-​reopened Wing Ding Doodle calls to me. It’s basically like the Siren of Clarkston, ok? It wants my money, and I want what it has. We’re all adults, people. But I have been kind of afraid. I know, I know, I’m afraid of everything. So far I’m alive so it’s working out okay, I think.
Today the boyfriend wanted a banh-​mi, but I wanted something more… fried. Because I may or may not have drunk too many things last night. What? Leave me alone. While he was at Phở Truc, I asked him to visit a different truck. One that smells like grease and all things delicious. I just wanted some chicken fings with honey mustard and maybe some fries. I didn’t ASK for the fries, but I hoped they would show up. And they did, and they were salty, and it was Lawry’s.
The fingers were actually, surprisingly good. I would have been happy with some previously-​frozen kids’ meal krap, but these tenders were way better than that. They were crispy on the outside, though not crunchy. Kind of from the Chick-​fil-​A school of strips. The honey mustard was damn fine. Everything was salty and I’m not complaining.
I kind of wish I had stayed scared of The Doodle, because now I’m even more scared of how often I might be visiting it.