Fried Chicken Sandwich

‘Fried’, ‘Chicken’ and ‘Sandwich’: three alluring enough words on their own; together, they promise pure, unbridled pleasure. And, frankly, that’s the only kind of pleasure I’m interested in. For this reason, I rarely feel the urge to eat this out. Or perhaps, it’s truer to say, it’s an urge I am unlikely to act upon. I’m not saying I never would, or never have, but I am increasingly squeamish about the kind of chicken I’m going to get, and am so much happier, so very much happier, making m