. "3"^^ . . "Years and years ago, I once manned a full-blown chicken joint that brought in every manner of person to gobble down the greased chicken pieces. It was really more of a convenience store that sold chicken, but the people went nuts for that shit. It baffled the mind. The slogan I came up with for it was this: \"There are hundreds of places to get chicken in this town; this place is one of them\".\n\nSome of the faithful took exception to that statement one night, but it was true and their arguments had no merit. It WAS one of a hundred places to eat chicken and I'm thinking that motto could be adopted here.\n\nThe chicken is alright; no more, no less. It's deep-fried chicken the way it was meant to be cooked. But it's not the best in all the land. The corn fritters are literally balls of grease and batter, like the stuff they undoubtedly clean out of the fryers at the end of every night. The gravy is okay, too. I like the limited menu (just chicken, fries and fritters) and their fries are delicious. But understand despite the history, despite that giant bird out front, despite the long line-ups, Chicken On The Way is one of hundreds of places to get chicken in this town."^^ . "2008-12-16T00:00:00"^^ . "1"^^ . "3"^^ . "0"^^ . .