Within striking distance of Club Choices, Club Charles, the Depot, the Ottobar, and a handful of other bars and clubs, the New York Fried Chicken on the corner of Charles Street and North Avenue is a magnet for late-night grazers looking to keep the room from spinning when they get home. It is also a vortex to a strange alternate universe where really weird crap happens to us every time we go there. Seriously, it's not just the booze. We've been gently coerced into a duet of T-Pain's R&B hit "I'm N Luv (Wit a Stripper)," witnessed a goth girl propose to her goth boyfriend with drumstick in hand, been lectured on the rising cost of Baltimore housing by a gentleman with a glass eye, been propositioned to appear in a porno movie by another gentleman in an all-white suit and hat combo, and seen a cop do the "Walk Like an Egyptian" dance. Among other things. Weird other things. And all this for the cost of a three-piece, biscuit, and fries--which is really kind of its own reward.