leaves a bit to be desired.
Perhaps it's because it's not high tourist season yet, but I've yet to find a really good restaurant down here.
A couple of nights ago, upon perusing the menu, I decided that the most affordable of the hopefully palatable choices was the "four piece fried chicken diner."
Now I've got to admit that I felt four pieces would be overkill, but I have a cooler in the back seat, so I could save the breast for breakfast or lunch the next day.
Didn't quite work out that way. Here's a photo of the drumstick.
No, I promise you it's not the first wing joint, it's the drumstick, and it was proportional with the other three pieces.
I didn't feel the least bit greedy after I saw my dinner.
First time I've ever had fried cornish game hen.