When you know you're going to attend an all-you-can-eat pizza party for dinner, you should probably be careful about what you eat for lunch. Maybe just stick with a salad or a piece of fruit. Or water. Or air.
Naturally, I ate big ol' crispy hunks of fried chicken. Oops.
See, what happens a lot (and by "a lot" I mean "almost every morning") is that we'll be chatting online and I'll mention a food that I wouldn't mind eating. While my thoughts will easily wander onto something else, Kathy will instantly get a craving for whatever food I mention. A serious craving. The kind that can linger for days. Hell, I've seen her have cravings that linger for months (pie and poutine—not together). You probably shouldn't talk about food around her.
I met up with Kathy, Tina and Helen at BBQ Chicken & Beer, so far my favorite America-style fried chicken place in the city. If the name confuses you, BBQ stands for "Best of the Best Quality Chicken." A silly name, perhaps (in addition to being difficult to google), but not far off the mark. Their fried chicken—which they tout as being deep fried in extra-virgin olive oil—has a thick, crisp golden skin and tender meat that acts like a sponge of...chicken juice. It's super moist, basically. And if you leave it out for hours (we've done this at work), it still tastes really good. Not that you would leave it out for hours. The accompanying fluffy, buttery biscuits probably won't last for hours, so eat them right away.
The thick-n-chunky spicy creamed corn was...unsurprisingly, spicy and creamy. Just a little spicy though, nothing of the fire-breathing sort.
And then there were pepper munchers, which despite containing the word "pepper" didn't appear to container any pepper matter. Take a closer look.
A better name for this would've be "deep fried cheese nubs." They weren't like mozzarella sticks where there's a discernable chunk of cheese encased in fried batter; rather, they were crispy nubbins containing some melted cheese goo, along with empty space and...potato? Maybe some chopped pepper bits? I don't know. I just don't know. It was an unintentionally elusive dish.
Our food came uncharacteristically quickly; my previous experience with BBQ Chicken involved having to wait a long time. The waitress told us that our food didn't take forever because the owner was in, making lots of chicken for the lunchtime crowd. Dinner might not be as fast.
Pizza gorging report shall come later.