When you finally finish work and flee the office on a Monday evening, do you want to:
a.) Go home, deal with the mess that is your house (and perhaps your life), and spend an hour cooking dinner
b.) Grab a beer, bury your face in a plate of wings, and attempt to forget that you have four more workdays ahead before the weekend
If you said B, head to Croxley Ales (28 Avenue B, Manhattan). Every Monday and Wednesday from 5 pm to 1 am Croxley churns out chicken wings for 10 cents apiece—that’s two bucks for a platter of 20.
The joint is understandably crowded at these times, but the wing maestros are prepared. Even if you can’t find a seat at the bar, much less a table, you can order from the friendly bartenders and have wings in your stomach (and all over your face) within ten minutes. Despite the low-cost and quick service, the wings are first-rate—crisp on the outside, juicy interior, smothered in tangy BBQ or fiery buffalo sauce. Wash them down with a pint of the weekly beer special ($4) and you’ll feel like a new person. At least until you wake up with food hangover on Tuesday.