There’s a stretch of Route 66 in Arcadia, Oklahoma that I can never just “drive past.” The parking lot is always packed, trucks and road-trippers squeezed in tight, and before I even open the car door I can smell fried chicken in the air.
It’s the kind of smell that makes you instantly hungry, even if you swore you’d just grab a snack and keep going.
The Chicken Shack isn’t just a quick stop along the Mother Road. I’ve watched people plan their whole day around eating here, and I get it…