Was my name as a kid. Sliders? Sure! Whoppers? Of course! But chicken, the beauties of the barnyard, was my forte. As a toddler, I recall hiding under my aunt's table reaching up, snatching raw, breaded chicken legs. With this in mind, I made my first trip to Chicken Basket.
Ambience is that of roadside highway restaurant which is exactly what it is. The service was friendly and attentive. But the chicken...
It was PERFECT. The chicken was ridiculously juicy without a trace of pink, a delicate balance indeed. The crust was delicate and crisp. It really couldn't be any better. It's worth the half hour wait for perfection.
My step daughter had chicken strips which seemed overfried and hard.
Nice beer selection.
What took me so long?
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