A brand new restaurant opened up in in town, and this place is amazing.
|Kentucky ain't got NOTHIN on this dude.|
It's a little ghetto, but the food is amazing. Besides, I'm kinda ghetto myself.
This place is called "Fried Up Chicken & Scones." It's on a busy street, and can easily be missed. When you park, the only signage is window-marker lettering on the windows. It's new, and quickly thrown together.
You walk in, and one dude was working there. He was a tall, skinny black dude with kind of a southern drawl. He was the cashier, the server, the host, and the cook. The menu is kind of sad-looking. It's a science-project posterboard, with cheap lettering glued onto it, and prices written with a Sharpie.
My girlfriend and I kind of looked at each other, wondering how the food was gonna be. We ordered, and he told us to sit tight while he cooks up the chicken.
Soul music playing on a $15 Walmart portable stereo. Made me chuckle a little.
The food takes a while to cook, but that's because he preps, breads and fries everything to order.
And this stuff was WORTH THE WAIT. This guy can seriously fry up a chicken.
Plenty of sides to choose from too, but since this place is called "Fried Up Chicken & Scones," we wanted to try his fried up chicken, and his scones.
Ho. Lee. Crap. Those scones. They were like an orgasm for your mouth. I'm glad we ordered extra. They're huge, but you can't have just one. You could easily devour 6, and forget all about the chicken.
So yes. It's kind of sad looking on the outside, and kind of sad looking on the inside. But the food. OMG THE FOOD... it more than makes up for everything. This is some serious southern food.
Next time I go, I'm getting the catfish & okra. Damn.... just damn....
I'm tempted to talk to this guy and go "Look. Dude. Hook me up with some free lunches, and let me design you a to-go menu. Maybe even a proper sign." You know, help him get his business rollin. We'll see. Until then, I'm just gonna tell ALL my friends, coworkers etc up here to go and check it out.