Something Tom Douglas Needs to Know

Someone needs to tell Tom Douglas this:

There is no circumstance in which three chicken wings is worth $9. There is simply no preparation that would make chicken wings - three of them, anyway - that valuable. And these were tough and undercooked to boot.

We went to the Palace kitchen last night and I ordered the chicken wings appetizer. In the interest of full disclosure, I will tell you that they say $7.50 on the menu, but with tax and tip, they're $9 wings. Three came, artfully arranged, sort of mounded together like synchronized swimmers; swirling around them was a tasty sauce.

So they were tough wings (smoked, so they were cooked enough, but tough because they weren't cooked as long as any gristly piece of dark meat needs to be cooked) in a tasty sauce. But even if they were sublime...there's no three wings that come from chickens for which $9 should ever be charged.

Ever.

Douglas either laughs when people order these, knowing he's taking advantage of them, in which case he's a shyster; or he doesn't know that these are a joke, in which case he's drunk his own hubris flavored cool-aid.