I hope no one is offended by the Mo-Fo, but my old boss in the Air Force, Fred Jenkins used to call me that. Except he didn’t use the more polite term. I love my fried chicken. Okay, call me foolish, tell me I am on a suicide mission with my arteries, I don’t care. There is nothing like good fried chicken. I worked the night shift, so I would get up so I could hit the dining hall before it closed at one. If Reverend Purdie or Rose Mary had been cooking fried chicken, the scent would be through the dining hall and I would zoom in. Of course, there would be Fred, shaking his head.
Okay, it’s always nice to reminisce but I have to tell you, sometimes I think that was the last good fried chicken I had. Oh, there is KFC, but something about their spices gives me a bit of heartburn. I loved Cajun Joe’s, but it went out of business. My guess because the owner stopped being there and let kids run the place. The chicken was cold, the fries soggy, and the biscuits stale. Popeye’s was good, but the two places I could get that closed. I think there is one off 24 in Brockton, but that is a bit far to go.
So that leaves the local places. Well, the local pizza place used to have some decent chicken, not too flavorful, but it was okay. I tried another place over on Route 1, but it had a burned taste and was dry. So the only thing left is KFC. Now here is my rant about KFC, how hard is it to get an order right? I think it is something like three out of five times I will go in there and when I get home find out that they didn’t give me all I ordered. Though, it also appears that they are suffering the same as all the other locals, either the chickens are shrinking or they are serving pigeon. I swear, I got a leg that was the size of most wings! Of course, it is consistent. I just hope it doesn’t get consistently small. Then this weekend, I went to Dave’s Diner in Middleboro and ordered the dark meat fried chicken dinner, two thighs and a leg. That was the order. What did I get? Well first for supposedly the best fried chicken in the area, it was bland and dry. Second, they must be taking lessons from KFC because I didn’t get two thighs and a leg, I got a thigh, a leg, and a breast.
So where oh where does a fried chicken lover go these days? Of course, until we sell my house and move in to our new one, I can’t break out my fryer and do it myself. Once we have moved though, that is exactly what I am going to do. Like they say, if you want something done, do it yourself. Now, if I could only track down Reverend Purdy and Rose Mary.