I have had the famed combo of chicken and waffles just about everywhere, from the pounding shores of the west coast to the pulsating metropoli of the east coast, with just about every podunk burg in-between tossed in; and as utterly memorable as those edible exploits were, if I’m at my most truthful, they’re a little played out, holmes.
But Jamaican jerk fried chicken and French toast?
About the only place in town to get this fantastic foodstuff is from the Cornish Smokehouse, 801 S.W. 119th Street. Open just a scant few months, this former food-truck has built a ready-steady-go following, thanks to their down-home cooking and uptown smiles, offering up the usual barbeque goods right next to an array of jerk chicken—smoked, fried and deep-fried—with the inventive duo of Jamaican jerk fried chicken and French toast right on the top of my must-list.
As a disturbingly sexy anthropomorphic pig-woman welcomed me in, Mike Morgan was on the television as thunder rumbled overhead, the rain beating down harder than before. Chris, the meat-man behind the counter, however, was in good spirits, and, you know, it put me in good spirits too. Shaking off the downpour that drenched me and my hoodie, I ordered the Jamaican jerk fried chicken and French toast ($9.25)—even though they were fresh out of fried chicken, substituting a dozen jerk wings instead.