Chicken Finger Enthusiasts Should Flock to Chicken Lady Cafe
I don’t hate chicken, but I do reserve the right to hate L.A.’s obsession with chicken. I’ve never met so many people who love chicken, or (the horror) will only eat chicken. Fat man cannot live on chicken alone (unless it’s deep fried, covered in garlic sauce, or sauteed with french fries.) Ok, so maybe hate is a strong word. I don’t hate chickenterians, some of my best friends are chickentarians. I just like to make fun of them for missing out on all the joys of beef, lamb, seafood, goat (yes goat!), and of course pork. So if the future me had told the past me that I would end up eating at a place called Chicken Lady Cafe, a catering specialist in the shadow of the Beverly Center, and love it, the old me would have proactively punched the new me in the face.
Chicken Lady Cafe? Catering? The Beverly Center? How did this happen? I’ll tell you how it happened. Chicken. Fingers.
Posted at 12:00 pm, March 8th, 2012 under Chicken Lady Cafe, Fried Chicken, West Hollywood.
