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| - I happened upon Angie's on Thanksgiving eve. I was desperately looking for a place that would take my rush holiday pie order and after a dozen "No's", Angie's sweet kindness let me in from the dark and shined a light on me that warms me to this day. She said that she didn't exactly have anything ready, but asked me to come in and we would "talk"; Southern speak for, "we'll work it out".
When I had arrived at the location, a lady greeted me with a hearty hello and called for Angie to come out from the back. Based on her enthusiasm, I just naturally assumed I was speaking with Angie. When Angie came out with her big smile, I reminded her of who I am and she hesitatingly said that she does have a pie but it's in her personal pie tin and not very professional looking. I excitedly exclaimed, "That's PERFECT!" I know I'm dragging on here but what I want you to see is that Angie and the lady who greeted me so enthusiastically, who I later found out was Angie's Mother, are the most kind, humble and positive people I've met in a long time.
I took the pie, which was a great deal, with a small stack of menus and delivered the pie to my friends with a copy of the menu. On my way back home, I was hungry for lunch so I called Angie's and placed a "take out" order. If you decide to visit Angie's I recommend calling in advance and order "take out".
Always on the prowl for home cooking and fried chicken I ordered the... Now don't judge. I intended to buy part 1 for lunch and part 2 for dinner but sometimes the food is just too good and well...you know...things happen. Anyway, I ordered the nine piece wings and fries and for my "intended" dinner, I ordered the fried chicken dinner with two sides: Collard Greens and Red Beans and Rice. Angie said it will be ready in 30 minutes. I also wanted to stop by to let the ladies know how much my friends I and appreciated and loved the sweet potato pie. When I told Angie, she was very grateful for the positive feedback.
Now to the good stuff... My orders came in two, 3-section, Styrofoam, to-go boxes inside a plastic bag. I could feel the heat on my fingers and smell the scent of fried chicken emanating from the bag. I got in my car and barely got the key in the ignition before I had that knot on that bag ripped open like an excited five year old on Christmas morning. I popped open that first Styrofoam container and found a mound of REAL French fried potatoes, and NINE golden chicken wings. Remember that scene from "Pulp Fiction" where the briefcase was opened and a gold glow was cast on the face of John Travolta? That was me. Do not tell on me but I am driving during this segment of the review. I'm hungry and going to "nibble" a bit while I drive. My first pull, I took in one fry and was blown away with it's freshness and that "comfort food" feeling it gave me; hot, fresh, perfectly salty and real food not processed or "extruded" Now I'm pulling up four and five fries per reach. They are hot and moist and taste so good but then my fingers touch a faint rough texture versus the smoothness of the French Fry. It's the first tactile introduction of the fried CHICKEN WINGS!!! I'm at a stop light now and can use both hands to pull apart the pointy side of the wing. Not much meat but I love the crunch and it's perfectly seasoned!!! So nice and so good! I then place the center piece with the moist flesh covered by the fried, crispy, salty goodness. Not sure where the bones went. Then la piece de la resistance, the meaty end; not huge like some hormone fed Frankenchicken, but perfect. I can't put it to words. You're just going to have to get your lips on some so you can feel the love.
I live about 6 miles from Angie's, a drive I barely remember. When I pulled onto my street, I discovered I was not wearing my seat-belt! I ALWAYS wear my seat belt! I can't remember a time when I didn't wear it. This is some amazing food!
I pulled into my garage looking at the passenger seat, there is one more box left. The debate erupts in my head, "put it away, "just have a taste", "put it away", "just one bite"...back and forth, but gluttony won this day. I sat at my dinner table with fork and napkins...plural. Intending to just "taste" the collards and red beans and rice, then retire the rest of the meal for dinner I soon realized that I should have just walked away and put the box in the refrigerator. First bite and it was over. The Collards were seasoned perfectly and so tender with bite sized chucks of smoked ham hock and the red beans and rice reminded me of food my Grand Mother, who's from Jefferson County Alabama, used to make. I was sucked in. Then there is the perfect mounds of happiness in the cornbread. Next thing I know, the plate's empty. Only the bones remained and I'm stuffed. This is genuinely one of those great meals where the food tastes so good you just keep eating no matter how full you are.
Amen
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