"The fried chicken at Willie Mae's could perhaps be the best in the world," says Rene Louapre IV this week. "The crust is a shade below mahogany and shatters just slightly less than a Christmas ornament dropped on the ground. Break the seal of the crust, and a waft of sultry, fragrant steam floods out as if you had opened the door to a sauna filled with Victoria's Secret models." [BlackenedOut]
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