If fried chicken is wrong, I don't want to be right!
I'm trying to figure out how to tell you about Willie Mae's Scotch House, but I'm feeling a bit tongue-tied.
What can I say that hasn't already been said by Jason Perlow?
How do I tell you how much it means to be eating here after it was closed for so long post-Katrina? Words don't seem to cut it when you can instead see actual photos from the re-building process.
Everyone from Bon Appetit to the Food Network has declared Willie Mae's the best fried chicken in the country, and I won't argue with them.
The skin was crispy all over. The meat was juicy beyond belief. The accompanying red beans and rice were amazing. Give me an adjective that can be used to describe delicious food, and it would work here.
Yes, we waited over 30 minutes for a table and then over an hour for our food. Yes, we waited another 45 minutes for our cab to show up when we were done (tip we gleaned from another table of foodies sitting nearby - invite your cab driver to eat with you!). I would do it all again, though.
When you are talking about the best fried chicken ever, all the waits are worthwhile.