Proof that the Mission restaurant invasion has not met its end, there are still more newcomers to add to the Valencia Corridor debriefing posted earlier today. Here now, a rundown on the remainder of the Mission's moves and additions that should not go unnoticed—from a bar named after a brothel owner to a new spot to get your panucho on.
I guess it’s fair to say I’m obsessed with fried chicken. When it’s spot-on, it’s amazing, but when it’s not, it’s so defeating and lame. There is no middle of the road with fried chicken. And even though it’s more popular now, and on a lot of menus, it’s hard to find a good version. I’ll be honest with you—I am not into the chicken-and-waffle thing. I love waffles. I love maple syrup. I love fried chicken. But all together? No. With waffles, you introduce another opportunity for failure. OK, listen: The crust has to be crispy, right? The skin must adhere to the meat. I don’t want to take a bite and have all the skin slide off. The meat needs to be moist. And hot. I do not like cold fried chicken—I want it rippin’ hot, fresh from the fryer.