Flaky biscuits, a couple of tablespoons of sweet butter, fried chicken and hot sauce. As a sandwich? Um…HELLS YEAH!
Shan and I took the boys into the City today, mainly to get the chicken biscuit from the Pies n’ Thighs booth at Madison Square Park. Today is the last day the booths are open, and since yesterday’s late-afternoon attempt was thwarted by arriving after the lunch crowd had already swept through, 86’ing my target from the menu, it was today or bust.
I was not disappointed.
The preparation really could not have been much simpler: split a biscuit, slather a heap of honey butter on with the back of a spoon, dip a fried chicken cutlet in a bath of hot sauce, and bingo! A side of angioplasty would have made it the perfect value meal. As the heat from the chicken and biscuit melted the butter, a wonderful pool, dotted with hot sauce, collected in the bottom of the parchment — all the better for dipping.
The only negative was the hipster cashier who needs a lesson or two in graciously accepting a compliment: Fine, dick, I WON’T tell you how ridiculously good it was.
But I WILL be making this at home. Count on it!