Fried Chicken Recall

As I sit here on my plush velvet ottoman I stuff myself with Little Debbie Marshmallow Pies.  The picture of cute Little Debbie on the box comforts me - she's so sweet and wholesome - and the Marshmallow Pies are simply delightful. Yes, I am a rugged man and my sense of adventure knows no bounds.  I travel all over this fair city searching for fried chicken, suffering through the recent sickening humidity and suffering the indignities that all great men must face.  Children of all ages harass me and my quest to eat fried chicken to the death.  "There goes that fried chicken bastard," they say.  "Well fuck you, mother fucker!" I scream back.  Actually, I don't really say this.  I did once, under my breath, and a neighborhood hooligan chased me around the streets.  Anyhow, as I was saying, the life of a fried chicken enthusiast is hard and fraught with danger, and therefore it is sometimes necessary to rest on comfortable sofas and munch on tempting treats.  As I sit here now I think about a recent return visit to Root and Bone, a place which is currently all the rage, and which Ryan Sutton of Eater.com currently claimed serves the cities best fried chicken.  I went to Root and Bone a few weeks ago and would have been inclined to agree.  Last evening I had the cheese grits, which were excellent; the waffle fries, which were good but not better than any other waffle fry; the corn bread, which was scrumptious; and, again, the fried chicken.  It was a tasty fried chicken, but it wasn't as good as my memory seemed to dictate.  When I ate Root and Bone fried chicken on that fateful day a few weeks ago, I was astounded by the crust, or so I think I was.  Last night, I enjoyed the fried chicken and did notice the good flavor of the crust, but some of the crispy magic seemed to be missing.  As always, this will warrant further investigations.  I hope you will join me next time as we explore these issues together.