Fried food bomb in my gut. And I only ate, like, half of my $5 lunch. If there’s a next time, I’m going for the $3 plate: Two pieces of chicken and fries. Or maybe I’ll sub in the rice for a few more cents.
I’ve been curious about the Chicken House for some weeks now. It’s not so pretty but it’s always busy, it’s cheap and I like the simplicity of the menu. If I had to choose — and I hope I never have to — I’d choose restaurants that do a couple of things really right (the In-N-Out philosophy), rather than throw the whole kitchen sink at you (which doesn’t mean that I don’t love Cheesecake Factory or Big Nick’s).
The Chicken House sells fried chicken, fish, shrimp and crab sticks (!!), french fries, rice and beans, in various combination plates, which are listed on paper plates above the row of deep-fryers that is the heart of the production line, along with a case to keep the hot goods hot. There is no grill, at least not that I noticed.
About a dozen stools line up along the old-school counter, the swivel-top kind. Tartar sauce, hot sauce, ketchup, mayonnaise, Sriracha, salt and pepper, stand clustered in groupings.
Cornerstone Grill in Tribeca has the best chicken I’ve found so far south of Central Park, but there may be a time and place, like when I only have $3 in my wallet, that I’ll be back for more.
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