Tonight’s Course
Fowl Play
Fried chicken · Diet Coke · one bird, served to another
The Course
Fowl Play
buttermilk brine · seasoned flour · oil at 350° · a faint sense of kinship
Fried until it gave up everything it had left to give.
The Pairing
Diet Coke
Vintage
Whenever. It is a can.
Terroir
The bottom shelf of the fridge.
Calories
Zero. The chicken generously took them all.
Served at
Refrigerator-door temperature: the temperature of honesty.
And who receives this bird?
Another bird.
This is a dish about the flock. About kinship. About the one question every diner must face: when I look at my plate, does my plate look back?
House Rules
How to eat this
I.
Hands only.
Cutlery is a lie we tell ourselves.
II.
Chew slowly.
Forgiveness is not on the menu.
III.
Feel no guilt.
If it feels like a distant cousin, that is seasoning.
Chef claps once
Yes, Chef.
Bon appétit, little bird.