Bulk up on sauce-slathered bites of spicy greatness at this deceptively nondescript Newton sports bar, where the legendary heaps of chicken wings (10 or 20, nothing in between) come in a half-dozen or so styles, from classic Buffalo (the best!) to garlic-cheese-Sriracha. The games are on, the beers are cold, the Scoville scale is scorching—and the register is cash-only, so bring some green. (Besides your Celtics gear.)