Weekend Debate: Ranch vs Blue Cheese (Buffalo Wing Edition)

Last November when I did NaNo, I temporarily put the wildly mildly popular “Weekend Debate” feature here on the blog on hiatus.  Because, well, time, you know?  The thing is – and this will likely come as a surprise – it’s actually more difficult to fit in my daily writing quota during the weekends than it is during the week.  I suppose that’s because we, at least, tend to push most things that need doing and aren’t four-alarm, hide-yo-children-hide-yo-wife, get-out-the-rain-slicks-and-the-rowboat-type of emergency events back onto the calendar days labeled Saturday and Sunday.

Case in point, I’ll likely be up earlier tomorrow morning than I usually am during the work week.  There’s mulching and lawn work and…and…and, well, trust me, you don’t want to hear all the gory details.  It’ll just make you tired.  And headachey.  And probably hateful.  At least, that’s what it does to me.

Suffice it to say that I have much to do this weekend. And by checking out the rest of April and May, the next next five weeks are booked solid already and will only get solid-ier. 

Which, you know, isn’t really a word, but I’m going with it.

Instead of ditching the Weekend Debate for the next few weeks, though, I’m going to do my best to lay it out there on Friday evening.  That way everyone can have the whole weekend to carefully weigh both sides of the issue at hand, and make a sober, rational evaluation of the issue. 

So let’s get to it!

This weekend’s debate is all about lunch.  Specifically, my lunch.  Even more specifically, my lunch today.

It all started with an innocent tweet, as most things do:

And never you mind that the grammar above is so shockingly terrible.  It was twitter.  And lunch time.  My blood sugar was low.  I was totally being Betty White or something.


Almost immediately, someone from twitter replied, asking if I’d be enjoy them with blue cheese dressing.  The truth of the matter is that when a server takes my wing order and asks the obligatory, “Ranch or Blue Cheese” question, my standard response is “No.”   See, I like thick, strong, creamy salad dressings about as much as I like having boiling pickle juice poured directly into my eye sockets.

And, yes, I realize this makes me some kind of “freak” or whatever.  That’s fine.  Judge me as  you will; at least I’m not worshipping at the nefarious alter of Hidden Valley like the rest of America.

If pressed, though, I will concede that occasionally, blue cheese can be an okay thing.  Which is a far cry from how I feel about ranch. I gag like a 6 year-old trying to choke down a forkful of broccoli if I even smear the stuff on my fingers.  And don’t ask what happens if I smell it. But you can rest assured it’s some over-reaction of the highest caliber.

Enough about me, though.  Let’s talk about you. Here then, is your official Weekend Debate Topic for April 26, 2013:

What’s the better Buffalo wing condiment: Blue Cheese or Ranch?

Clearly, if I’m going to approve one or the other, it’s the blue cheese, but I truly like neither. That’s just my opinion, though, and rumor has it I’m frequently misguided. So what’s your feeling on the matter?

I expect to find a healthy dose of spirited debate in the comments below. 

Or the usual nothing. Whatever.

Have a great weekend. 

Try not to set the place on fire.


2 thoughts on “Weekend Debate: Ranch vs Blue Cheese (Buffalo Wing Edition)

  1. Jason, I’m afraid this just might be my very last visit to your blog. You don’t like Ranch? WTF? Are you a terrorist or something?
    Coincidentally, Mr. Stanley, my Favorite Daughter and I happened to attend the legendary B-Dubs for dinner last night, and I had to make the same choice, as I gluttonily (?) indulged in a portion of an appetizer sampler that included boneless wings, followed by a salad with buffalo chicken. My solution was to have Ranch with the first, blue cheese with the salad.
    My conclusion: 1) ranch is better for dipping the wings. 2) there was way too much wing sauce on the chicken in my salad, so no amount of either dressing would have helped that mess, but in the future, I think I’ll restrict my blue cheese for dipping the celery that should come with a traditional plate of wings. 3) I’ll probably come back to visit your blog, but don’t think I won’t be bringing Homeland Security with me.


  2. I don’t do dipping sauces because then I can’t taste the food. Actually that’s not quite true. If I have a dipping sauce of any type that I like, I try to eat it with a spoon or use a single potato chip to shovel mass quantities of it into my mouth without destroying the chip so I can use it again:)


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