Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.
Sadly, I guess I must’ve missed the carnally rustic heyday of Jim’s Famous Fried Chicken—that loveable ol’ grease-shack in Nicoma Park that so many locals wistfully reminisce about as oily angel-fingers pluck turgid harp-strings—because what and where I ended up dining at was, if I’m being honest, nothing like what those that have continually recommended the place have habitually described.