I thought I found it y'all. I though I had it. I thought I even done had found it. Can I say that? It's all wrong. But that's what happened.
So I wanted some fried chicken from somewhere that I hadn't been before. Ever. And after some searches in the area, this place pops up.
That one photo looked acceptable at the time. Plus, it was close and I was prepared to drive far. It was a little tricky to find cause I was not at all expecting this place to be inside a gas station. But there it was.
It was very clean on the inside. And there was no drive through so I had to go in. I walked in and saw absolutely no chicken waiting. You know like you traditionally see at every fast food fried chicken spot. However, not seeing any actually encouraged me.
I've always wanted a spot that only fried it upon order. As that's how chicken should be made. And this place was clean enough to officially make this my spot to love.
The prices where awesome. The service was awesome. I asked a few questions about the chicken for I've never seen it so I wanted to know if it was seasoned well and looked like the pics hanging around the place. They were kind enough to answer my questions even if I came off a bit weird.
So I order and received my ticket to go pay at the front. (Yeah you have to pay at the station part and take your receipt to the back to pick up order.) They warned it would take 30 minutes to get my order. I was happy to wait.
Thirty minutes later and a drive home, I couldn't wait to tear into that delicious smelling chicken that held me hostage in that car with a confidence that I hit a home run. I must have been driving 120mph to get home. Wife in tow, yelling of course.
Ripped open that box, took a few shots for Yelp and bit into crunchy Bliss.
I loved it. It was perfect... In my blind mind.
After the 2nd piece... I was done. I was no longer a hopeful. I had experience now and, an after taste. See the chicken was golden and crispy on the outside. The skin tasted puuur-fect. But the inside flavor had an aftertaste. Parts of it had a red color. Not from being raw, but from some sort of seasoning. Which is fine because they clearly marinated the meat. The problem is... It had a ginger taste to it.
I paused.
I frowned.
I... Hate... Ginger.
So. With all that. And a 16 piece. And the perfect cooked and crispiness and flavor to the skin. I have to sadly give them 3 stars.
I wanted so bad to love this place, especially because it's made to order. A dream come true. If they would only omit that ginger flavor in the meat, I would be a fan.
I end with. No.
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