Any place where your order of fried chicken isnít passed through a plexiglass safety barrier isnít giving you good fried chicken. There must be an alchemical quality of the plexiglass that affects the flavor as the chicken passes through it. Also, weíve been waiting in line, drunk, at 2 a.m., to get ourselves some perfectly crispy fried chicken when area bars turn out drunken college kids into the night. Theyíll wander in and try to order only to be sent back out into the night, drunk and hungry and collegiate. That alone is enough to warrant some patronage, but this chicken is comprised of exquisite batter, larger-than-most pieces, and itís always perfectly fried.