Ay, there's the rub.

Winning Combos

I live around the corner from a sub-par chicken and waffles place* that has a very flashy neon pink sign. Even if you wanted to ignore the existence of this establishment (which you should, because as stated in the previous sentence, the food is sub-par), you wouldn't be able to avoid the garish magenta in your peripheral vision.

Prior to trying out this establishment, I had never had chicken and waffles. It might be that because I am from Up North I missed out on this southern staple, but chicken and waffles definitely sounded like something I would like (slash when I heard about it, I was like, why didn't I try to make this in college during Chicken Finger Friday in the V-Dub? I ate a lot of waffles in that dining hall). I  have long been an enthusiast of turkey bacon with artificial maple syrup (real maple syrup makes me feel like sneezing [?]).

So I went to the restaurant around the corner to partake in what I thought would be the ultimate sweet and savory combination. Unfortunately, the restaurant was super overpriced and while the actual main dish was okay, I knew there had to be better alternatives out there. Superior fried chicken, fluffier waffles and cheaper prices was all I wanted. And that was what I got yesterday, when I went to...


This place is so great, two presidents (Clinton and Bush) and Alicia Keys have eaten there.

The chicken was wonderfully crispy but also juicy on the inside. You can get the chicken fried or smothered in gravy, but I asked for the gravy on the side.

The waffle was also delightfully fluffy and crisp as well. Sometimes waffles become soggy from the syrup, but this one retained its crunch.

Credit: Zung, my fatty foods dining companion. She often makes fun of the fact that this blog has no real pictures, but the joke is on her because I think Blogger stretched out the one above and I don't know how to fix it.
As you can see, we also got collard greens, fried okra and macaroni and cheese. The meal also came with cornbread! All of the sides were excellent, although I felt the macaroni was a bit dry and the okra could have used more seasonings.

I walked 50 minutes to get to Amy Ruth's instead of taking the subway because I knew I would be clogging my arteries and wanted to get some exercise in. However, the walking was probably not enough, and so I forced my dining companion to walk to a further subway stop to give us time to digest. There was the imminent threat of a thunderstorm, but it kept things exciting!

Also, I did not realize it at the time, but the food at Amy Ruth's was so salty (and I like salty foods) that I felt dehydrated for the rest of the night.

On that note, what would you say your water consumption is like, readers who never comment? Now that I have a boring desk job, I drink multiple bottles of water to pass the time, but otherwise I would say I am a poor drinker. It'll probably be kidney stone city for the next 10 years.

(*I don't want to reveal the name of the place because then ALL the Internet STALKERS will know where I live, but I also think I gave enough details for someone to find me. I guess I'll have to sleep with a cast iron skillet under my pillow from now on [I totally have one because inexplicably there was such a skillet in our apartment when we moved in. We use it to kill cockroaches.])

Music: right now the construction workers by my apartment are listening to Natalie Imbruglia's "Torn." Hee.
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