Because until you do, I won’t be hearing any of this…
“Oh, the best fried chicken is unequivocally at Prince’s Hot Chicken.”
“No, I had the most amazing fried chicken in Brooklyn. No, seriously I did. It had this Asian fusion thing going on.”
“You have to go to this Sunoco station down the street from my house. It has good chicken.”
The best fried chicken is at MaRandy’s on Skidaway Road and Beaumont Drive in Savannah. MaRandy herself fried up some special thighs and legs for me and my mama and gave us heapin’ helpin’s of candy yams, green beans, okra and tomatoes, mac n’ cheese and cornbread. She even *air quotes* forced me to take a free piece of red velvet cake with me.
That’s what I’m talking about.
All of it was so obscenely good, I couldn’t stop hootin’ and hollerin’ the whole way home. But more importantly, my soul food allegiance has abruptly switched, and if you know me, you know my said devotion to soul food restaurant (that shall not be named out of manners and decency) was bordering on cult-ish.
Do not let two-year-old news articles about a manager shooting a cook there deter you. Besides, the argument started over work performance, which means there is definite commitment to quality food here.
And if that’s not enough to convince you, need I mention you get rice and gravy without even asking? Yes ma’am.
In conclusion: If you enjoy being called baby doll, suga, sweetie and/or honey darlin,’ fried chicken, red velvet cake and a choice of 13 sides with your meal, this is where you need to be.