I'm not really certain when I first heard about the chicken and waffles craze that was hitting the foodie scene, but I know my initial reaction was one of perplexment. Is that a word? It was like when my mom fed me a pierogi for the first time. It was the frozen kind from Schwan's, thank you very much. I was all, you're telling me this is pasta filled with potatoes and cheese?! Mom... really MOM? The concept was beyond me, but once I took my first bite it all made perfect, delicious sense. In much the same way, I became a hardcore chicken and waffles convert.
When I say hardcore convert I mean that I finally tried traditional chicken and waffles in November and haven't stopped thinking about it since. To be more specific, I tried LA's famous Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. I figure if it's good enough for Obama, it's good enough for me. Now I should mention that I've had versions of chicken and waffles in the past, and it was always ok, but it was always a gourmet spin on the original concept. I didn't actually fall in LOVE with the combo until I had the traditional variety at Roscoe's. Who needs gourmet when the original is SO FREAKING YUM?!
Now chicken and waffles is certainly not health food (I mean, that's an ice cream sized scoop of butter on top of my waffle) but I found myself surprised by the lack of overall greasiness of my meal. The waffle was thin and not overly sweet, and the butter added an essential salt factor to cut the sticky sweetness of the syrup drizzled on top. I ended up pushing about half the butter to the side to lessen my chances of artery blockage on the spot. (Oh, you can order your chicken and waffles with gravy too if artery blockage is what you're going for.) And the chicken, oh the chicken! I heard someone order white meat only so I did the same. My chicken was perfectly cooked, somehow not greasy in the slightest, and just slightly crunchy. When you're cutting the chicken to bite-sized pieces to pair with your slices of waffle, it's important that the entire crust doesn't crunch off in the process. I'm happy to report that this crust held its own so that I could easily construct each glorious bite to contain a piece of chicken and a piece of waffle coated in butter and syrup.
From the first bite until the thirtieth bite, chicken and waffles made perfect sense. Sweet and salty, crunchy and chewy, these are flavor and texture combinations we know to make good eats. Why did I question it so?! Please forgive me, chicken and waffles. Never again will I doubt you.
Seriously, when I get back to LA I'm going to Roscoe's. Who's in?