All good things come to an end.
Take the reign of duck-fat fries. A very good thing. But a good thing that’s over.
See, you now live in a world with chicken-fried fries.
Yes, that sound you hear is the rending of the very fabric of the universe, devouring time and space itself...
Either that or the clamor for Leghorn Chicken, a new fried-chicken sandwich shack that opens tomorrow in Ukrainian Village.
You probably wouldn’t think it at first, but this simple 30-seat, cash-only, counter-service affair is from the Nellcôte/Old Town Social guys. (Who. just. keep. opening. things.)
But look at the little details—cool metal chairs, sharp-dressed servers wearing flat-billed caps and denim aprons made from hemp. A little country, a little rock and roll.
The menu is simple. Choose your bread: bun or biscuit. Choose your cut of meat: breast or thigh. And choose your flavor: pickle-brined or Nashville hot. Boom, you’re all set.
Well, one more thing: remember to bring some vodka to spike their house drink, a lemon shake-up. The result is something like a martini they’d serve at the Illinois State Fair.
Mmm... state fair martini...
Take the reign of duck-fat fries. A very good thing. But a good thing that’s over.
See, you now live in a world with chicken-fried fries.
Yes, that sound you hear is the rending of the very fabric of the universe, devouring time and space itself...
Either that or the clamor for Leghorn Chicken, a new fried-chicken sandwich shack that opens tomorrow in Ukrainian Village.
You probably wouldn’t think it at first, but this simple 30-seat, cash-only, counter-service affair is from the Nellcôte/Old Town Social guys. (Who. just. keep. opening. things.)
But look at the little details—cool metal chairs, sharp-dressed servers wearing flat-billed caps and denim aprons made from hemp. A little country, a little rock and roll.
The menu is simple. Choose your bread: bun or biscuit. Choose your cut of meat: breast or thigh. And choose your flavor: pickle-brined or Nashville hot. Boom, you’re all set.
Well, one more thing: remember to bring some vodka to spike their house drink, a lemon shake-up. The result is something like a martini they’d serve at the Illinois State Fair.
Mmm... state fair martini...
