hen you hear something referred to as “the best” it’s often an exaggeration. Unless the subject is the wings at Buff’s Pub. They’re thick and juicy and smothered in buffalo sauce (there are other flavors, too, but what's the point?) that strikes the perfect balance between heat and flavor. Order them with a side of onion rings, which are always cut thick, perfectly breaded, and just greasy enough. It’s all served up with good, cold beer in the unassuming atmosphere of an after-work watering hole with friendly patrons and employees surrounded by TVs and beer posters. Burns