Because a superior fried-chicken restaurant is often the institutional extension of a single chicken-obsessed woman, I realize that, like a good secondhand bookstore or a bad South American dictatorsh...
She leaned over the basket again, taking in the mouthwatering aromas wafting out of it. Fried chicken? Oh, I'm thinking buttermilk fried chicken?Dylan was once again amused. How do you do that?I like...