The Wife, in a balls-out display of hardcore top-of-the-morning ordering verve, went with the chicken livers and fries.
We got, no kidding, about a pound of chicken livers, maybe more. I’m guessing that with all the chickens they process in the kitchen, they get a lot of livers, and the cooks are probably happy to reduce their inventories of the organ. This was enough hepatic tissue for a table of eight. I ate a bunch, with hot sauce, and they were fine – The Wife liked them a lot.
What we both liked most, somewhat surprisingly, were the fries.
They were previously frozen, but lightly coated with batter, quite toasty and tasty, with catsup.
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