So I was asked about the Erykah Badu/Chuck Brown show at Merriweather Post Pavilion over the weekend. But I wasn’t asked about the performance. A brotha was asked if the chicken tenders were any good. Were the chicken tenders any good!!!??? Are you serious??? Now, had it been a steak, slice of pie or fresh squeezed lemonade a critique could’ve been provided. But chicken fingers!!!!??? Who’s a connoisseur of breaded chicken strips??? Does anyone walk around like “Those joints at Kings Dominion were slammin”??? I mean, I don’t consider myself bourgeoise or nothin’, but I sure as hell can’t decipher between the good and the not so good chicken fillets. In actuality, I don’t eat them that much to really care. Sure I’ve been to many sporting events, theme parks, movie theatres & food spots over the years and had them. But I never once in my mind said “Awwwww shucks, these right here are like that!!!”.
Now, I’m not saying that anything is wrong if you’re one of those folks who actually breakdown what’s a good batch vs a bad batch. But it just seems weird to me. Lemme get a frozen bag from Costco or Murry’s, throw those jokers in the oven and I’m straight. Get some good BBQ, honey mustard or sweet & sour sauce and I’m grubbing. Now that’s something I can critique. A good sauce. I might even make my own from some Guinness, brown sugar, apricot preserves, Worcestershire sauce, ketchup & a few ‘other’ ingredients. But opinion on battered chicken feet? Nope….
If you’ve got a top 5 list of your favorite (or worst) breaded chicken spots, feel free to let a brotha know. I know somebody out there has a favorite chicken finger basket and fries spot. However, I’m on the outside looking in with this one.
Peace & Love..