Wing Bowl: Chicken eating with a difference
Filling a 25,000-seater stadium, Philadelphia’s annual chicken wing-eating competition is hotly contested by the some of the “best” eaters in the land. But the Wing Bowl is so much more than a spectator sport – it’s a night of debauchery.
Molly Schuyler, a slender square-jawed woman, sporting multiple ear-piercings and a red and black bandana, breaks the world record when she eats her 348th wing.
She is the only woman contestant and the only one without a costume or a campy pseudonym.
Her fingers jerk from the bowl to her mouth with mechanistic speed. The other contestants are bestial, managing to seem hungry even after several hundred wings. But Molly is a machine.
Our neighbour, Frank – an 18-year veteran attendee – provides her backstory.
“You know, that girl ate a 72-ounce steak in two minutes and 44 seconds. Can you believe that?” He beams at us and goes on cheering.
We’ve forgotten the Can Cam. We’ve forgotten the strippers. Schuyler’s is the only face on the screen.
“A housewife from Nebraska.”
That’s how they announce it when she wins.
Nobody asks her to expose herself. We’re all too busy screaming her name.
She wins $22,000, a medal, and a championship ring.
She has eaten 363 wings.
Chicken eating with a difference
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