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| - The girlfriend and I drove by and I caught it out of the corner of my eye and asked myself 2 questions. Fried chicken? and waffle? Both were answered yes by my stomach and in we went.
I'd heard a lot of people talk about this place in the past and didn't even know that there was one on Scottsdale Road. Didn't really bother to peek at the menu so when the waiter walked up and asked what I wanted I said," chicken and waffles." When he said how much chicken and waffles I said," Lots!" I got stymied for a moment when he asked if I wanted the chicken country style or smothered but decided to go smothered.
The waiter brought me a massive plate of deliciously tender chicken and just-right waffles, and he did the same for my girlfriend (she opted for unsmothered though). I feel like I ate for several hours and still barely finished the 2 breasts, 1 leg, and 2 waffles (I'm sure there's a name for that on the menu). After dinner I really thought I might womlet, which is a reference to a less-awesome combination I tried in the past, an omelet-topped waffle. I actually felt like I might womlet for several hours after that as well. Will that iffy feeling in my stomach caused by the unholy union of gravy, hot sauce, chicken, maple syrup, waffles, and coffee stop me from eating there. Oh Hell No!!! I fully plan on going back just as soon as I can fit back into pants that don't have elastic waistbands...
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