Without leaving out a detail, Chicken House continues to produce the same unconventional yet satisfying experience, including the deteriorating drive-thru menu board and scratchy, non-functioning speaker. They even left the jailhouse bars in the window where they gingerly pass the mysterious brown bag of goodness through. Just as I remembered, the menu was confusing to look at but very simple in substance. Two pieces of chicken for $2 or a combo meal under $6 if you know what you’re doing plus a reminder to ask for jalapeños and pickles – all items ridiculously reasonable and plastered with hand taped pieces of paper all over the place.
As I parked across the street in a public car wash area to unwrap the treasures that awaited, I crossed my fingers and hoped it would be as good as the long time legend’s recipe had been. Once the dark golden chicken emerged from the unassuming presentation that was a brown paper bag, I knew that chicken never had a chance. Two words – yum, yum. Chicken House owners are geniuses and apparently live by the motto, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” because this was the same, juicy, mouth-watering, crispy, happy making, tongue tantalizing chicken I had remembered loving from years past.
I had ordered the three piece combo with thigh, breast and leg, including my two slices of bread, jalapeños and pickles all on a bed of well-seasoned fries. As I sat there at the car wash,
facing traffic so that anyone stopping at the light could bathe in the glow of happiness beaming from my vehicle, I was enraptured, unaware of a woman approaching my driver’s side window. When I finally looked up from the basket, fingers covered in jalapeño juice and crispy bits of crust, there she was, holding up a pair of socks for me to purchase. I held up a chicken leg in response, and I heard from outside my window, “Oh, you can’t buy these – that stuff is good” as she turned around and walked away. We shared a moment. She knew… She knew.
Check it out, you won’t be disappointed.