One fateful summer back in the day, we stumbled upon the coveted "secret spot" in a remote corner of Prettyboy Reservoir--the perfect swimming hole (though the fishing sucks). We were soon gripped by that particularly intense hunger that swimming and sunshine conspire to inflict. Some spooky, distant force compelled us away from civilization (aka Falls Road), to a nondescript roadside market, complete with old-school analog gas pumps. What we found there was the crispiest, juiciest, most succulent and well-seasoned fried chicken, certainly in Maryland, possibly ever. Subsequent return trips confirm it was not a fluke--Prettyboy Market's fried chicken is truly excellent every time, and on its own worth a trip to the boondocks.