You may or may not find this funny, but I don’t eat fried chicken. I used to when I was a kid. As I grew older, I never really ate fried chicken except for once in a very great while. Recently, I’ve found myself craving some but didn’t do anything about it until National Fried Chicken Day, which I heard about on the radio.
I happened to be at a place called Jim ‘N Nicks BBQ. About the place:
Ribs. Pork. Chicken. Brisket. Hell, even sausage. All BBQ has the same three basic ingredients: smoke, meat and time. What makes it different is the amount, consideration and attention to each part of that recipe. That, and some really great bbq sauce, too. At Jim ‘N Nick’s, we pride ourselves on using the right ingredients, taking our time and honoring the traditions that brought us barbecue.
Not normally the place I’d think of for fried chicken, yet they had a fried chicken plate on their menu described as such: Hand-breaded, Southern fried chicken with your choice of scratch-made sauce. With 2 trimmings.
Sounded good, and I figured, what the heck?
Well. In a word: Bland. In more words, it didn’t taste like anything. There was just no flavor whatsoever.
As it happened, a guy in an apron was walking through the tables asking people how the food was. When he asked me, I smiled and said, “You don’t want to know.” He frowned. “Something wrong?” So I told him. “Well, it’s really tasteless. Bland. Even a little salt would go a long way to making this better.” His face took on this serious look and he said, “Yeah, it’s the state of Colorado, though. They regulate what we can, and can’t, put in the food.” He shrugged. “Blame Colorado.”
Blame Colorado? For you not using seasoning? Seriously? This is your excuse for bland food?
Okay. So. Avoid Jim ‘N Nicks, everybody…