My neighborhood of Ranelagh has no shortage of really lovely restaurants, ranging from cozy cafes and sandwich shops to high-end steak joints. But there is one particular restaurant in Ranelagh that is somewhat of a Dublin institution: Tribeca.
Tribeca is tremendously popular. So popular that we even had a bit of a hard time getting a reservation for a Sunday afternoon. They are known in particular for one specialty: chicken wings! That’s right, the girl from Buffalo lives right down the street from the most popular wing place in Dublin.
But how would the Tribeca chicken wing hold up when tasted by the wing connoisseur that is myself? We shall see.
The place was packed when we walked in, and it smelled like chicken wings. You Buffalo peeps know what I’m talking about – that combination of fried chicken and hot sauce that invades your nostrils and clears your sinuses. Ah, the smells of home!
I was surprised when I ordered the wings that I wasn’t asked how spicy I wanted them, but I decided to just go with it and try the wings exactly as Tribeca makes them. A bit later, a heaping basket of wings was placed in front of me. Seriously, the order is huge. And, happy happy joy joy, they came with a side of bleu cheese (no ranch, no honey mustard, no other heathen dipping sauces) and two large celery stalks (not the celery sticks a purist like me prefers but better than nothing or, gasp, carrot sticks).
And the wings were good. Quite good, actually. I’ve noticed that Frank’s Red Hot Sauce is available in grocery stores here so I think Tribeca is the real deal when it comes to the hot sauce recipe they use. The wings weren’t as big as what you’d get from Duff’s or Big Daddy’s or any other pizza joint in the greater Buffalo area, but honestly, those mutant wings worry me sometimes. Can you imagine the size of the chickens with those wings? Genetic engineering at it’s finest.
So, while they were smaller, they tasted really, really good. For me, I would have wanted them quite a bit hotter and the next time I go, I will ask for extra, extra hot. But in fairness, you are talking to a gal who wants her eyes to water when she eats her wings and I don’t think Dubliners are there yet.
I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know that I can get a little taste of home just down the road. Now, if they only delivered…