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On December 29, the year of our lord 2024. I stepped into this establishment famished and not with the highest spirits. The decor homey and inviting, the seats comfortable and adequate. The silverware and menu reminding me to live a little and enjoy the smaller things in life. As I perused the menu, one thing caught my attention. Behold, the chicken and waffles. "Buttermilk chicken tenders, atop a Bacon Waffle with green onions" for a mear price of 17.95 U.S dollars. What. The ever living hell. Is a bacon waffle. I pondered, is a waffle with bacon inside? Or perhaps is it a waffle made entirely out of bacon. The question had to be answered. Upon my waitresses arrival. A goddess with a nose piercing. She addressed me as love bug, a name that made me feel like I was more than a customer. I was family. The order of chicken and waffles was requested with no green onions. There seemed to be no point for their inclusion to the supplement. The lemonade that was ordered alongside was sweet and left a nostalgic feeling of my childhood on summer days.
When the holy grail arrived I was taken aback by its sheer beauty. The chicken tenders, crisp and golden brown, shining like the Sistine chapel. Its smell was intoxicating. The waffle, perfectly fluffy and its own shade of perfect golden brown. A beautiful dollop of soft creamy butter sat ever so sweetly in an oasis of chicken, melting ever so elegantly, leaving a trail of gleaming succulent cream.
Cutting into this masterpiece was comparable to the first sight of dragons in the HBO original series, "Game Of Thrones." The chicken was crisp and tender.
As I took my first taste of this. The only word I can use to describe it is enchanting. As I rose from my seat in irreplaceable ecstasy, I heard a choir of baby angels singing in my ear. This must be what heaven feels like. I saw the face of god before me as I licked my lips searching for crumbs to fulfill my desire for more. It was apparent to me. The potholder is not a restaurant. It is a sanctuary, for those to get lost in the sauce of golden syrup, buttermilk and bread crumbs.
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My actual order. My brother ordered the chicken and waffles. I got the Beth's luau omelette which I did not have the energy to finish as my cousin offered me a serving of his own chicken and waffles.
Potholder, I love you.
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