Francar's Buffalo Wings
You will receive 5 - $10 vouchers for $25 at a value of $50. Only one voucher per visit!
Just in time for stocking stuffers.
We have served wings in Macon, GA. since 1993. Anyone familiar with our wings knows that our previous location was on Log Cabin Drive. We relocated to Mercer Village across the street from the Mercer University Campus at the intersection of Montpelier and Napier Ave. The address is 1365 Linden Ave, Macon, GA. 31201.
Francar’s has a large menu appealing to the entire community but our specialty is wings and more wings. See the menu for the different flavors and more are in development. We are conscious of pressures on all segments of the economy and will add value-priced items to the menu periodically. Expect them to taste great and be affordable.
The appeal of our restaurant is universal: students, business owners/employees, kids, community members, etc… Our other services include delivery, dine-in, take-out, and catering for all events.
For thousands of years, humans craved and devoured chickens, but never their wings. This terrible habit was learned from the Greek gods themselves. Upon Mount Olympus, Zeus, and company looked down snooty Greek noses at these delectable pieces of poultry and would then throw them over their shoulders, where they fell to earth, wasted.
One day, a returning warrior named Carl Fambro, a graduate of Merceriensis Universitatis and fresh out of the military was trudging home to Macon, Georgia. At the same time, one of the gods had been enjoying a chicken dinner and, as usual, threw the uneaten wings off of Mt. Olympus. One wing hit Carl on the head as he was walking. Carl stopped. He picked up the wing and turned it over. Took a bite. And fell in love. How could anyone not love this delectable portion of poultry? A-la-Isaac-Newton, a grand idea filled Carl’s head. He rushed home, pulled out a pot and every ingredient in his pantry, and began to whip up what would later become the first sauce of many to tempt the God’s themselves!
Carl’s love for wings is topped only by his love for Sharon, his wife and business partner. The couple inhabited a small, dark, hot cave off Drive of Log Cabins. Though cramped, it was a suitable den for what became “Francar’s Wings.” Carl and Sharon began with a small menu that included a few sauces and many sides for the mortals. After a year, Carl decided to journey to Mt. Olympus and to present a sampling of his wings to the gods. Perhaps now they would see what they had been missing! He gave the first wings to Zeus on a golden tray. Zeus was skeptical at first, but after taking that first bite, he named Wings the new ambrosia. To honor Francar’s, he declared that any time the restaurant needed an especially hot wing sauce, he would shoot a bolt of lightning down to the pot of sauce to give it ultimate heat (this is how all of the Level IV sauces are created). On the way home from Mt. Olympus, Carl met a pack of bears with their leader, Toby, and three Shakespearean witches. They vowed to accompany Carl and Sharon on their long quest to make already-famous Francar’s Wings the stuff of legend.
Over the years, Francar’s added seafood, salads, and sandwiches, but most importantly, created over 30 sauces. All except for 2 are original recipes. Each recipe is recorded in the Book of Heat and Lightening, guarded by the three witches (and several dragons). Each night, after all the customers have departed, the witches use the recipe book to pinch and measure exact ingredients into large cauldrons over a fire, and then call on Zeus for added heat when necessary. Once the ingredients are measured, they employ the Mercer Bears to stir and tend the sauces for many hours, paying them with platters of Hot & Honey wings. Most of the sauces have a story; in fact, the bears’ favorite sauce, Hot & Honey, was a creation of bear mischance. Others, including Boomerang and Lemon Pepper, were suggested by Mercer Bears. Some sauce ideas come to Carl in his sleep, no doubt a suggestion from Olympus, and he rushes upon wakening to jot these ideas down before brewing in the kitchen.
One morning, Carl and Sharon coming in to greet the bears and open the restaurant were struck by how cramped the “Francar’s” cave had become. It was time to move. The Pi Kappa Phi knighthood members told Carl and Sharon that across Macon, there was a fair land called Mercer Village where a veritable palace awaited to be transformed into Francar’s new home. With the help and encouragement of Middle Land Hill Corridor notables, learned members of Merceriensis Unversitatsis, and the community, Francar’s was magically whisked to Mercer Village in the time of the new calendar using March 2009. Anyone keeping an eye on the location at night or early in the morning can still catch a glimpse of the witches, bears, and the occasional lightning bolt sent from the heavens. While the location has changed, the magic and delicious mystery of the wings has remained the same and continues to lure customers from far and wide creating devoted, addicted regulars.
My name is unknown to most if not all of your time. I was tasked with my transgressions to ensure the history of Francar’s Buffalo Wings is never forgotten. The origin of these wings has long been shrouded in mystery and the Gods were jealous that their role had been forgotten. After all, the first wings were their leftovers before being given to a mere mortal. My Transgression. I was the one who tossed the wing to Earth striking a mortal. This is my daily toil. I have never asked for relief. Yes, I relay this tale on request but I get to eat Buffalo wings each time