If you told me three years ago that I’d be eating fried chicken from a gas station, I would have laughed like a rooster. But here I am, starving to death at two in the morning with very few options.
I don’t want to sit down in a restaurant, so that rules out late night places like Grubstake, It’s Tops and the 24-hour diners in Union Square.
I don’t want fast food. I already had Burger King last week. (Again, if you told me three years ago that I’d be eating Burger King…)
While it’s loaded in calories and cholesterol, the fried chicken from that place on 17th and South Van Ness is pretty damn good…
This week’s column is about finding fares and finding food, but not necessarily in that order…
Read it here.
Photo by Christian Lewis.