The Southern: Augusta Palmer
Where: The Southern, 1840 W. North Avenue, Chicago
When: Wednesday night
Who: Me, Danita, Chico
Why: I am a fool in general, but for fried chicken especially. Does that make sense? I have always loved it. I could eat it every day. I know that I should not, but it’s true that I love it very much. The Southern serves fried chicken that is quite delectable. Not pictured are the sides we ordered — collard greens, cheese grits, and french fries. All terrific.
Evan, the general manager, came over to say hello. We sampled a delicious whiskey with him, and it was he who suggested the wonderful dessert (which was on the house — thanks again!)
Pictures after the jump!
