The fried chicken is crispy and damn good. The mac and cheese is appropriately mac-y and cheesy. The chicken tenders are everything you want them to be (on a salad they're almost healthy*). The slaw is chopped until it's almost pureed, and it's freshness cuts through all that grease. And believe me, I'm happy as a pig in shit** sitting outside listening to the Beverly Hills Cop theme song, shaking Texas Pete onto a quarter chicken with a Carolina Blonde to cool me down.
But I would give all that up if it didn't include the cornbread.
These tall, warm, individual mini-loaves are the fluffiest, moistest pieces of cornbread I've ever encountered, and with the slab of whipped, sweet butter melting slowly into the golden sides...I would come back just for this cornbread and nothing else.
But if I HAVE to order the fried chicken to get it, I'll bite that bullet.
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*Not true.
**Never said that before, but it seems appropriate here.