In the town I live in, the town animal is apparently a beaver. In keeping with this, one curiosity on the menus at a great bar down the street is "beaver skins." I am near certain that these are in fact potato skins, but have not ordered them as yet out of concern that I'd not be able to keep a straight face while talking to the waitress.
I would not trust those at all. Atleast with the wings, I can put the possibility of salmanilla poinsoning to the back of my head when the waitress bends over to grab the fork I drop whenever she's at the table:laugh: