Crispy.
Juicy.
Messy.
We brine it, bread it, fry it golden, then hit it with a house sauce that lands somewhere between a high five and a wake-up call.
Pick your poison →Lexington, Kentucky · Fried fresh daily
Big crunch. Bold heat. Zero fowl play. This is fried chicken turned all the way up.
See the menuWe brine it, bread it, fry it golden, then hit it with a house sauce that lands somewhere between a high five and a wake-up call.
Pick your poison →
“The kind of crunch the next table hears.”
Born in the Bluegrass
Come as you are. Leave with sauce on your shirt.
Scratch-made sides, Kentucky-sized appetite.
No tiny portions. No boring bites.
Real good times. Questionable table manners.
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