So many Huts, so little time.
Yes, I am African-American and I loves me some chicken…get out my personal!
I can’t comprehend how the Vegans, Veg Heads, Pescatarians and over-aged Hippiecrites can’t get down with the mass grilling sessions poppin off at Chicken Hut. Hate, hate and mo hate. As far as I’m concerned, this is one of the last solid joints left in slutty ass East Lakeview. Actually, word around the campfire is that this spot has been on the corner of Broadway/Belmont for over 50 years. Even if a bum was cooking this stuff with a hibachi in front of the Walgreens, I’d be sold.
But it’s not mayne; there’s a Hut over the heads of my Salvadorian bruddas. As I walk in, Juan Pedro quickly asked me to relinquish my chicken fantasies while Hector DeJesus manned the phones. I select the Half Bird Special D.M. (dark meat only) and Juan grabbed the tongs and began disintegrating breasts, legs, wings and thighs. The sides were family picknick style: cole slaw, potato salad, corn, rice, or mashed potatoes and gravy. Chicken has to have bread right? Maybe whitebread, cornbread or hushpuppies…But pita bread? Damn. Talk about a global village.
Not wanting to look all crazy devouring this shit in the street-side windows, I ran home ready to pounce on Chik-A-Hut’s finest. I opened my unenvironmental friendly styrofoam and witnessed true beauty.
Of course I got the mashed potatoes clown, I’m from North Carolina!
The roasted chicken was succulent. Seasonings dripped out alongside the grease which was locked into the meat by using proper searing techniques. This is what chicken was meant to be…fuck the dumb shit. All you dippers and dunkers out there, prepare to attach your Kool-Aid smiles.
The salsa is clearly what puts this delicatessen ova the top. You know I had to ask for two ramekins of this stuff. The cilantro and fresh tomato medley is what Colonel Sanders was missing when he concocted his 11 herbs and spices. Jewel Rotisserie step aside, some brothas from the REAL South are uppin the game up a notch.
(useless information that you need to know: The Colonel is really from Henryville, Indiana)
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I’m in chicken heaven…