The Ground Round restaurant was a fast-casual dining eatery long before I ever heard of Chili’s or Applebee’s.  It was a very popular place for big groups. It had baskets of peanuts in the shell and, for some reason, old timey black-and-white cartoons projected onto screens. It was tolerant of high school kids, and a popular hangout after games and dances. I don’t remember what night of the week they had $.10 wings, or if it was a seasonal promotion, but one night myself and Rick Miller and some others (were you there Dan Montuori? Were you there Jim Papa? Were you there Sean Barnhart? Were you there Ralph Coon?) attempted to complete the calorie 10k, having read that a single chicken wing was about 100 calories. That would be 100 wings, and only ten dollars. It was an epic struggle, that I, for one failed. I think one of us ate over 70, but I don’t remember who it was. Like the wings themselves, the memory is powerful and bold, and makes my eyes water a little bit.