Another Reason Why I Kind of Shy Away from the Food Thing

Hello, little Indian kid. How's the eye, then? Healing nicely? What, you're thirsty? Here, here's some nice water from this nice Western water bottle. Good? Good!
I have something I want to tell you, little Indian kid! You'll love it! I actually went to Momofuku Noodle Bar in New York! Oh, you want to know what I did? Well, let me tell you! Here's a paragraph from my little story!*


"The highlight of the evening, however, was what we’d all come for.  The Momofuku fried chicken: two whole birds, one southern style and one Korean style.  The mound of crispy is accompanied by a complete potpourri of fresh long spicy peppers, baby carrots, red ball radishes, bibb lettuce, opal basil and mint.  There were also four sauces: ginger-scallion, jalapeño-garlic vinaigrette, hoisin, and chili sauce with a bit of sesame.

"The fried chicken was just exceptional — the most memorable I’ve ever had.  The Southern-style chicken is marinated in buttermilk and battered with Old Bay and cayenne pepper.  The skin and seasoning fused together into a thin bread-like crust.  The spices, meanwhile, only augmented the juicy flavor of the chicken without dominating it.  Like an air-tight wrapping, the batter locked in the moisture, keeping every bite juicy and moist.  I kept looking for excuses to eat just crispy exterior, a chicharrón of chicken."


Chicharrón. Can you imagine that I actually had a chicharrón of chicken at Momofuku Noodle Bar in New York? What. You have to go? The flies are bothering your eye? Don't you like my chicharrón of chicken story?


* taken from an actual blog post of some "foodie"'s restaurant review