Tonight, I went to eat at a little York restaurant called Kickin’ Kadilaks Bar & Grill. From the outside, the place does not look too special. It is small and not fabulously polished. Inside, it looks wonderful. The lighting is low, lit mainly by candles. The walls and tables have a rose color to them, and are decorated by little chili peppers. Kickin Kadilaks has a surprisingly nice atmosphere (at least the restaurant half does; I cannot speak for the bar). The large flat-screen television doesn’t hurt either.
The place is small and the workers few, but they are very kind and welcoming. I started the meal with a bowl of their cream of crab soup, which arrived very quickly (the fact that my family were the only ones there probably helped). One spoonful of the soup can instantly raise your spirits and make your mouth begin to water. I shortly found myself scraping the bottom of the bowl, wishing for it to magically refill itself. Sadly, it did not.
Looking at the menu was difficult, as there were many fine choices. However, I had been craving some hot wings all week, and when the colorfully-named “Misery Wings” caught my eye, I simply couldn’t resist. The waitress was sure to warn me before I secured the order, and I am glad she did. She provided me with a little sample of the sauce. I tried, and with just a toothpick-sized taste, heat radiated through my mouth and down my throat.
If you did not know already, I will let you know now. I am an idiot. A normal person’s brain would have though something along the lines of “These are too hot for you, do not eat them.” Instead, my mind screamed “Get them!” So, I ordered the misery wings.
Needless to say, they were very, very hot. By hot, I don’t mean “Oh, these are kind of spicy.” I mean “What have I done? I will burn forever.” I was in tears almost immediately. Don’t get me wrong, they tasted delicious. They did exactly what they were meant to do. Once I finished the twelfth and final wing, I was a mess, and it seemed as if I could breathe fire. However, I was left with the sensations of satisfaction and victory.
In case it wasn’t clear, I highly recommend this place. It is not extremely well known, but it deserves to be. The food in genuinely good. As far as prices go, they’re pretty average. They don’t go as high as places like Red Lobster, but they’re no McDonald’s either. If you do go here, I’ll leave you with a word of warning. Do not underestimate the misery wings, or you will regret it.
The title is courtesy of the song “Misery” by Green Day.