Wings

Today was another milestone in my American culinary journey, as I had an opportunity to encounter Buffalo Wings. It turns out that the buffalo part of buffalo wings – the sauce - is pretty mediocre, compared to blue cheese sauce or BBQ sauce, so I steered my wings clear of it and enjoyed them all the more as a result. I also had a glass of local beer to wash it down, largely because I don’t trust the martini prowess of the bartenders in a pit barbecue and wings place.

Following a beery lunch, it seemed appropriate to drink and drive at one of Colorado's premier go-carting tracks. Usually I go-cart like an elderly woman... and not a cool elderly woman like Dolly Parton or Pam Grier. One of those irritating old women who makes inedible shortbread at Christmas and scolds the neighbourhood children for skateboarding too loudly. However, this time I was full of caffeine and beer, so I closed the gap with Dolly and Pam and threw my go-cart around the track a little more rigorously, and ended up coming in third.

Go-cart racing, subtly sponsored by the Pepsi corporation.

Afterwards, I went up to a Sheel’s megastore, which is what Australian chains like BCF would be if they swallowed all of the nearby stores in your local shopping centre. It’s primarily a sporting, hunting and camping store… where you can also buy Lego sets, cardamom scented candles, artisanal candy, and Mariah Carey Christmas socks. They also have an indoor ferris wheel and a two storey tropical fish tank. None of it made any particular sense, except for the fact that it would allow the average Colorado man to go shopping for ammunition or a new ghilli suit without being bothered by his wife (shopping for throw pillows in Homewares) or the kids (shopping for Barbies and Pixar merchandise in Toys).