My Southern Conversion (Food not Politics)

 

My Southern Conversion (Food Not Politics!) Five Sisters Blues Café Pensacola, FL

August 27, 2023




I'd told my friends Wendy and Charles that I wanted to treat them to dinner the night before the Funeral for Wendy's father. Wendy mentioned possible restaurants.  Then she came to Five Sisters Blues Cafe  https://fivesistersbluescafe.com/about/  and mentioned Southern Fried Chicken.

I leaped at the chance.  I've not had the real thing in about 30 years when I feasted on it in Leesburg FL.  ( I had a pretty decent southern lunch about ten years ago, but I can't remember having chicken that tine.  I was with my friends Susan and Lisa) 

Popeyes/Kentucky Fried Chicken/ Supermarket Fried Chicken  -  well they are pale imitations.  The chicken has often rested under heat lamps, creating soggy batter and dry meat.

I hope that you read the important history of Five Sisters (see above).  It's quite a tale.

My dinner there was superb.  Chicken with crisp and still hot batter and moist meat straight out of the fryer!

I enriched my authentic Southern Fried Chicken with Fried Okra, and Collards.

GREAT FOOD in a politically rancid State.


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Chicken



Okra




Collards

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