Published: June 8, 2011
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The chicken from Nick’s Rotisserie will bring out your true carnivore. You might think you’re somebody who eats his meals with a knife and fork, somebody who doesn’t get what he’s eating all over what he’s wearing, somebody who is, in a word, civilized. Three succulent bites into a piece of Nick’s slow-roasted chicken, however, you will discover just how caveman you still are. You will grab food with your bare hands. You will get the adequately but not over-spiced skin all over your paws, face, and shirt sleeves. You will be breaking apart bones, shoving them in your mouth, and using your teeth to scrape off any smidgen of meat that still dares to refuse you your right to masticate and enjoy. No idea what Nick’s spices its bird with, but that shit is truth: From the smoky and piquant skin through to the juicy meat nearly falling off the bone, this chicken is seriously tasty. We ordered a one-piece dinner ($8.50) that came with totally sinful mac ‘n’ cheese and sweet potatoes, a moist cornbread muffin, and a half-breast—with wing attached—that was beyond too much food for lunch. Oh, the food coma nap we craved after polishing it off.
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