Sometimes you're on your lunch break downtown, and you pass a few cafés and think no. And you pass a McDonald's and think hell no. And then, as you gaze down at the scattered chicken bones cluttering the streets, it hits you--juicy, delectable fried chicken awaits, and only a minute's walk away. So you head up Baltimore Street in search of satisfaction. And, man, it is sexy. Underwear-clad ladies are plastered on the walls of every shop, and older, ahem, gentlemen wearing only their finest tuxedos are trying to lure you into one of the many female revues. Before you know it, you're so horny and hungry you're not sure you're going to make it back to work with a clean pair of pants, let alone a full belly. Fear not, because the Baltimore Street location of New York Fried Chicken has anything you could want to satisfy both needs. So go back to work with a chicken combo in your gut and a mini-vibrator rumbling away in your shorts. And hey, if you have time to play a game of Keno while you're there, maybe you can afford that new pair of pants.