Thursday, September 24, 2009

Chicken and Waffles in Atlanta

If our first night in Atlanta was about all the bad things this city has to offer, our second was all about the good, about the city redeeming itself in our eyes and in our stomachs. We made our way into a warm, dark wood-paneled booth at Gladys Knight and Ron Winan’s Chicken and Waffles.






Jeremiah, Gavin and I got the signature, The Midnight Train: Four jumbo wings (tips all the way down to the drum) served with their signature waffle.



Will got their fish and grits.




We shared four sides: fried okra, collard greens, squash casserole, and corn (which the kitchen brought out by mistake, but we ended up keeping, because they were delicious).





When I say that these wings were jumbo, I’m talking turkey-sized. I can’t believe there are chickens this big on the planet. Easily the best wings I’ve ever had. The spices in the batter were just right, and the crisp, golden surface gave way to a moist, steaming morsel of poultry perfection. The waffles were also equally delicious, delicate and fluffy and the perfect foil for the spicy chicken.





Will’s catfish was also excellent, being coated in a light cornmeal dredge that didn’t have a slightest bit of oiliness. The flesh was delicate and flakey.




The collard greens and fried okra were the standard fare, but the corn we accidentally received stood out as among the best sides we’ve had this tour. The corn itself was barely cooked, still retaining that crispness of raw corn on the cob. It was mixed with some fresh, diced tomatoes, butter, and a healthy dose of spices which gave it a good kick. I wasn’t so much a fan of the squash casserole; the sweetness I thought was too cloying, but Will reminisced that his grandmother used to make this dish all the time.

We were especially fond of the Texas Pete Pepper sauce, which we later found out was supposed to be a condiment for the greens. We put it on just about everything and loved the clean, lemony spiciness it endowed on all that it touched.




The scene got pretty ugly towards the end when I ended up gnawing at the wingtips to get every last morsel of meat I could from the delicious chicken. We pretty much destroyed our plates. We hope we didn’t seem like cavemen. This was really finger lickin’ good chicken. I wouldn’t have it any other way.









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