I was in a car and we were looking for someplace to eat. I spotted a restaurant that I had reviewed for a magazine. It looked a bit run down, but it was supposed to have the best fried chicken in town. Inside, people were being served family style, and the dish in the middle of the table was filled with massive fried chicken breasts. Our order came with these tiny wings, however. When we were getting ready to leave, we were given styrofoam boxes filled with leftovers. Mine started leaking on my pants.
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