In 1982, a man named Paul Juliano opened a rickety chicken wing joint in Midtown Atlanta and named it JR Crickets. Like any true visionary, he branded it with a logo of an upright peanut pretending to be a cricket in a tux jacket and no pants. Thirty-five years later, Juliano’s crispy fried wings have become the stuff of ATL legend -- from the classic Buffalo and the thick BBQ to the wet teriyaki and the dry-rubbed lemon-pepper. The skin holds up to all of these rich and tangy sauces, and the accompanying fries, not too thick and not too salty, make for an ideal side. It’s hard to say that anybody in the state does wings better than this pants-less peanut.