On our way to the airport as we left Kansas City, we stopped for lunch at Stroud’s Fried Chicken. Just as a change of pace from all the barbecue meat, we figured we’d have a little fried meat. Heh heh heh.
Observe, please, this mess of chicken for 7, so bounteous in its largeness that it required an additional satellite plate just to contain it.
The chicken is delightful. Very crispy skin (be still my heart) and moist meat… my only complaint is that I had to salt it, but you know, that’s hardly a complaint.
Perhaps it’s done this way to balance the mashed potatoes, which were supersalty — I actually really enjoyed them, but pretty much everyone else thought they were too salty for comfort. The green beans are cooked to death, as you might expect, but they seem homemade, studded with bits of bacon, rather than canned, and they are delicious.
Every chicken meal comes with salad or soup, potatoes, beans, and cinnamon rolls. The cinnamon rolls are dessert: these things are insane, gooey warm cinnamon treats. We nibbled ’em, but were so full that we ate most of ours a few days later, warmed back up once we got to LA.