It must run in the family because Anthony's cousin was craving fried chicken as well. When she came to visit a couple years back she would always want Church's fried chicken with loiusina hot sauce drenched in top of it. Haha.
So, she asks us to go and pick some up for dinner.
We go to this "place" (it's not even a restaurant....or a to-go spot.....or even an actual store) and it's tucked away in some alley looking street.
I walk in and I'm thinking to myself, "Ummm, where's the kitchen? The restaurant? A cashier?"
This........ was ......IT! We had arrived at "the place."
Let me tell you. If this place was in the states, it would've been reamed by the health inspectors (especially with some stray cat just hanging around in the open cook area.) Luckily for us, we weren't.
I know what you're probably thinking looking at the pictures...."Ewww....it looks so gross and dirty! People actually by their friend chicken??" The answer is- YES!
After a couple minutes of soaking my surroundings all in I felt relaxed and confident in the "cook." The ajima there was so sweet and so happy that some foreigners had discovered her delicious fried chicken spot. This place raises their own chickens (along with cooking them)and sells their eggs as well. Pretty nifty, eh.
We watched as she chopped up the chicken, seasoned and battered it, then threw it in the oil pot.
It came out golden brown.....just perfect! Within 20 minutes we had dinner all ready to go and nicely packed in our cute to-go box too. We paid the ajima $20 for 2 full boxes and made our way home. We decided to take the bus (instead of a taxi) and all you could smell was the savory fried chicken throughout the air. People were looking over at us wondering what we had mysteriously packed in that box.
So delicious, I tell you!! Man, the chicken tasted so good and juicy. When it comes to hole-in-the-wall food spots, I never judge the book by it's cover, that's for sure.
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