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Looks like Nashville (and the South in general) is the genesis of a bona fide trend! Fried chicken is apparently all the rage in the civilized world (NYC) and has been extensively discussed by the New York Times
, New York
magazine, and the New York Post
. Granted, they citify the hell out of it: One restaurant has the gall to charge $100 (no, seriously
) for basically the same meal your poor dirt-farmer grandma somehow managed to fry up every week in spite of not owning a pair of shoes. Another place has dared to bread the chicken with matzo! Oy. Of course, the new fried chicken fans probably try to match it with a nice white wine instead of beer or Coke, or pretend they only like the world's most perfect food if it's Korean fusion.
But let them have their fun. I fully support this reverse imperialism. When the South exports a cultural touchstone, it tends to be something awesome like good food or Dolly Parton. What do the supposed sophisticates send down here? Cuddle Parties
. Horrifying, nightmare-inducing Cuddle Parties.
Eat up, fatties!