Honey. Butter. Fried. Chicken.
On a related note: Honey Butter Fried Chicken, the long-awaited den of fried poultry and other deliciousness, opens Saturday in Avondale.
You’ve probably been hearing about this place for a while, but we’ll remind you of the salient details. This is the first permanent location for the folks behind Sunday Dinner Club. Which is where they first made the startling discovery that spreading honey butter onto fried chicken was... something people were really into.
So now, there’s this space. It’s big. It’s bright. It’s stuffed with reclaimed-wood benches. And it’s got honeycomb patterns in the woodwork and tables. (Fans of Jerry Seinfeld’s Bee Movie: you’ll like it here.)
You’ll order at the counter from a menu board. Don’t overthink this. Start with the buttermilk fried chicken, served with a dollop of honey butter on the side. Immediately slather this over your chicken. Then... eat the chicken.
If you’ve got any room left, move on to sides like kale-cabbage slaw and pimento mac and cheese. To drink: something like The Hill Pop, which is whiskey mixed with fresh lemonade.
It’s like honey butter for whiskey.