Blowing caution to the wind, we finally stopped at this fast food locale of fryerdom: deep fried chicken in every which way, fries, taters and cute little containers of cole slaw and potato salad.
It was a little scary because there was only one other person in this very 1970s looking space and the Big K happened to know her. She was so EXCITED about the chicken! Could we believe her? She recommended everything on the menu and was so enthusiastic we wondered if we were part of some secret hidden video commercial segment.
I ordered the two piece special with taters and thought hmmm... this chicken tastes like Mom's (and that's a good thing) The taters were covered in more chicken batter and were a little too salty for my taste. But hallelujah... I didn't get that greasy food gall bladder gut wrenching feeling that I normally get from fast food oils. In fact, the chicken was not greasy at all.
I found the portion sizes huge and had to give one of my pieces of chicken to the Big K (who, contrary to his nickname, is not big, quite slender and can eat huge quantities of food without gaining weight - don't you hate him?) As we ate in the very utilitarian surroundings we watched as a line-up grew to the door. This place is popular.