The crunch is loud enough to turn heads two tables over. That sound is the first clue this Idaho spot takes its Korean fried chicken seriously. It is a small, casual place that built a following by nailing one dish.
The sauces run bold, sticky-sweet on one order and slow-burning on the next. Under it, the coating somehow stays shatter-crisp.
Locals traded the name quietly for a while, though the secret did not hold. I had heard the buzz for weeks before I finally gave in and went. The wait told me plenty before the first bite confirmed it…