
Madd and I went over to
Honey’s Kettle last night for some fried chicken, supposedly the best fried chicken in LA. We were both famished when we got there, so there are no pictures of the food as it was presented to us. So there are just the carcasses. The chicken was wonderful, but the biscuits and the hotcakes were probably even more divine. Just so ya know, you know? Hopefully you don’t have an overly complicated name like “Jimmy”. They might fuck it up.
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