![]() Like a sequel to a bad Hollywood blockbuster movie, this one only got worse. freeways in traffic, traveling to wherever the possibility of great Roast Chicken existed, but after the 3rd place, my friends began disappearing (again). And the Roast Chicken Battle began! The first few restaurants were quite fun. After some initial visits, we had a list of 20 Finalists. Like the first astronaut that stared directly into a black hole, we realized that our puny list of restaurants to try probably represented only 0.000002% of the restaurants around So Cal that serves Roast Chicken, and as a result it was already a failure.īut we pressed on, cheerfully trying to do our best to find the best Roast Chicken in Southern California. The list soon started looking like the Yellow Pages for Restaurants across the Southland. Now that "Roast Chicken" was at the forefront of my mind, I suddenly realized it seemed like *every* restaurant in Southern California served some kind of Roast Chicken. Soon, the list grew to around ~34 or so places to try. Times article by Judith Kane Jeanson on Rotisserie Chickens that got me hungry to find great Chicken around town. I remember the wonderful work that Chowpatty and all the veteran Hounds did years ago, with their Roast Chicken showdowns. (I hope)." :)Īnd so I began compiling the list of finalists, and we began to scout out places. I foolishly thought I outsmarted myself: "This time will be different! This time, it's finding a wonderful, healthy Roast Chicken!" "There's far less cholesterol and fat with this dish than a decadent Gourmet Burger!" "It'll be OK. Most of my Hounds seemed to perk up and suggestions began to fly, "Costco! It's so cheap and it tastes good." "It's all about Zankou and the Garlic Sauce." "Pollo Ala Brasa: Best Chicken in town!" etc. Enjoyed with a fresh Organic Salad and you've got just the thing to heal the wounds from the Bovine Burger gorging that shattered our friendships. After all, what could be more healthy than a wonderful Roast Chicken? Perfectly cooked, with crisped skin (and all the fat rendered away), and juicy, moist white meat and dark meat. In what I thought was a brilliant way to counteract the damage done by that tragic Burger exploration, I challenged everyone to name their favorite Roast Chicken. I managed to reconnect with "lost" friends, and pretty soon we were able to broach the subject of Food again, without anyone wincing in fear. Months had gone by since the day of utter lunacy and stupidity known as the Gourmet Burger Battle. Surely my friends and I had learned our lessons from the last Gourmet Burger Battle? How did it end up like this? This is the final account of yet another utterly stupid and foolish journey in search of a great dish, this time, the perfect Roast Chicken. ![]() "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."Īs I look back at the events that have transpired that have led me to this point, I can only close my eyes and weep bitter tears of sorrow.
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