I feel like the sure sign that you are at a place with a "thing" is when the person who brought you there takes away your menu and says "this is what you're having". It basically means it would be a tragedy to come here and not get this thing. Such was the case at Pies N' Thighs, where as the name gives away, the obvious thing was... catfish! No, just kidding. They do have that but actually it's fried chicken. It comes in a box juicy and crispy (and brined apparently) alongside a biscuit and sides (we went with Mac and cheese and collard greens). Truly the perfect little heart attack in a box. If you have room for some pie after your thighs more power to ya. How is it possible that southern comfort food has gotten so en vogue but hipsters are still so skinny?
Round two...or is it round too (sorry, that's tired) This restaurant reminds me of Roscoe's Chicken 'N Waffles in Los Angeles...
ReplyDeleteBrava Bella!