This stretch of Chesterfield Airport Rd is filled with seemingly abandoned, anachronistic-looking chain restaurants. Some of them have clearly gone out of business. In some cases, the lunch rush may not have started yet. It's 11 AM on a Wednesday.
Dave's Hot Chicken, meanwhile, has a line out the door. It's 400 degrees outside, and some of their more inconsiderate patrons are entirely unconcerned that they're "letting all the cold air out." Other nearby restaurants, obviously jealous, are blocking parking spaces for their own customers using dining chairs with handwritten signs on them.
I had to see what the hype was about. Plus, it was free. Someone from my job with an expense account was going, and they must have felt sorry for me. It pays to be stuck in a rut.
Like the nearby Raising Cane's, Dave's Hot Chicken doesn't serve anything other than chicken strips. Well, I guess they've got chicken bites, which are probably just chicken strips that have been cut up into little pieces, for people who don't chew as well. And sandwiches, which are just the exact same chicken strips on a bun--which these clowns have the nerve to charge you $2 for. Arguably, buns should be free, like cups of water from a fountain soda machine. (If they were, I guess people might try to bring their own meat to restaurants. Pause.)
There's also milkshakes for some reason. Milkshakes don't really seem to go with hot chicken, except that maybe if you ordered the Reaper spice level, you could use one to cool down your palate and thus avoid having to call an ambulance. How embarrassing would that be.
You can get just the strips themselves, served in a combo with fries, slaw and what appears to be Texas Toast, or you can get them on a bun, with slaw on it and some sort of Cane's Sauce-like substance, also served with fries if you get it in a combo. Why doesn't the combo also come with a drink? Is it because they know they're already charging entirely too much? If I go again, I might bring my own drink as a matter of general principle, even if I'm not paying.
I opted for the two-sliders combo and a small drink. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the soda fountain had both Diet Coke and Coke Zero. Really, you only need Coke Zero (the best soda, "periodt"), unless the president visits. That might help them avoid an ICE raid. I couldn't see back into the kitchen, but you can never be too safe.
The sliders were insanely big, for something that's supposed to be the size of a White Castle. You only get two, but most people--unless they just got out of jail--don't have any business eating that much. Each of them was bigger than one of the sandwiches at the also nearby Chick-fil-A. They put a few pickles on the sandwich, and they also give you a few on the side, which was very generous of them. The fries were crinkle cut, nicely crisp, coated in some sort of seasoning salt and served with a cup of the aforementioned Cane's Sauce-like substance.
The chicken sandwiches were amazing. The exterior, with its crispy coating and dark-colored seasoning, almost makes the chicken look like it's overcooked, but no, it's cooked to perfection. The interior is nice and, erm, moist. I ordered the Hot, which I didn't find to be very hot. But that was probably for the best, since I wasn't by myself and I couldn't afford to look like a wimp in front of my colleagues. Whatever seasoning they used gave it a surprising complexity, I thought. It was probably just cayenne. What do I know? I've hardly been anywhere. I was lucky to be here, and not just because it didn't cost me anything. read more