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| - The fried chicken was amazing--flavourful, quite crispy yet juicy. You can taste the buttermilk, and it works well in the recipe. That's a compliment considering how many recipes there are out there which purport to have an interesting ingredient like wine or whiskey in a marinade or sauce, but the end result is something altogether generic in terms of taste. The coleslaw was sublime with both sweet and vinegary flavours in good balance in an overall creamy substance. It may just be the best in the city. If they suddenly turned the joint into a coleslaw stand, I'd still travel from the far bastions of the city just to taste it again--yes, even Asiancourt.
The fries were string-cut and the least remarkable part of the meal. They give you so much that "artery-clogging goodness" loses its humour value. It's not like I'm going to take some of that pile of fries home to reheat tomorrow. But if you're going to eat fried chicken (and you will), you might as well do it the special way: eating some of the best in the city.
As for the restaurant experience itself, the bar-style seating has its appeal, but it's cramped. Sitting down by the wall is almost like sitting in the middle of the aisle--you know people are going to brush against you as they walk by. In terms of location and getting there, the TTC really shines with the time-based transfer program on St. Clair. You can go to this restaurant, eat, and get back on the TTC for one fare rather than two. It feels so convenient and liberating. Too bad it's not actually in the Stockyards area down the streetcar line; it would be more appropriate in terms of the name.
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