Farmer Brown gets down
Continuing my food geek day, I lunched at farmerbrown’s today. After 29 years in the South, I think I know me something about some fried chicken. So, naturally, I went into this rather skeptically.
What a pleasant surprise! The fried chicken was just that- a piece of chicken, battered, and fried. No frou-frou dusting of single-origin free range asparagus zest. No attempt to “better it up”.
Just great, delicate flour-and-buttermilk dipped chicken. Best I’ve had in ages, outside of my momma’s or a relative’s kitchen, that’s for sure. And the grape soda added an extra touch of nostalgia that made the whole thing very satisfying.
These days I find myself more drawn to foods outside my ancestral comfort zone, but, when the mood strikes, I’ll definitely check out farmer brown again.
