There is fried chicken, and then there is the kind that makes you set a Saturday alarm despite swearing you would sleep in. This chicken has a reputation so loud that locals refuse to tell you about it until after they have secured their own box.
By 1 PM on Saturdays, the tray is empty and the regret is real for anyone who showed up late. The skin shatters, the meat stays juicy, and suddenly you understand why people get weirdly competitive about lunch.
No fancy sauces or gimmicks. Just straight up outrageously delicious bird that disappears faster than your self control…