We had literally booked it two nights before and there were options for a regular or VIP package. I can still taste it in my memories over a year later.ĭesserts were just $2 for a lemon meringue pie or a pecan pie but given how much I had broken the three bite rule and had a complete makeout session in public with a biscuit then I felt that I had to flee to the comfort of our hotel.ĭon't you just love it when a hotel is unexpectedly good? And conversely how disappointing is it when you expect a hotel to be great but it isn't? Well thankfully it was the former for our hotel suites at The Remington. The crumbly top broke apart and the whole thing was as light as air. The biscuit was so light and the bottom had a coating of some sort of oil or lard that soaked in without making it greasy. Rules are of course meant to be broken and when they taste this good they definitely are. The biscuit here is stuff of legend and allow me to admit that it was utterly delightful and I found myself forgetting all three bite rules. Biscuits in America are similar to scones in Australia but they are eaten differently. The item that has me the most excited however is the biscuit. The fried okra is good although we should have perhaps ordered some ranch sauce to go with it. The chicken is well seasoned, fresh and crunchy. ![]() The chicken comes out freshly made and there's a rib rather than a breast and a wing. It comes in brown paper bags taped shut with masking tape. There are specials on dark meat chicken but I prefer wings and Belinda the breast so we ask for those two cuts along with a couple of sides and a biscuit. Service is very friendly and helpful and we gawp at the endless combinations. I can do fine with the three bite rule for other fried items like fried fish or seafood but chicken? Well that's another matter altogether. I had been thinking about fried chicken for the last hour. We reach Mama's Fried Chicken around two and a half hours later. We watch as the bugs hit our windscreen and I look to my right and watch as buzzards hover on the side of the road looking for their own lunch of roadkill. "Op-el-ou-sas," I say aloud, the word rolling off my tongue with emphasis. We split the drive to Shreveport in two stopping in Opelousas for some fried chicken. ![]() We have left New Orleans and are on our way to Shreveport before reaching our final destination of Dallas, Texas. I've been trying to temper it with the three bite rule and regular gym workouts.īut then chicken ied chicken to be specific. It's not helped by the food that we've been eating. We're over three quarters of the way through our American road trip across the South with three days left on the road and I've developed a crazy appetite for fruit salad and garden salad. "I think I got too excited when I saw a fruit salad today" I turn to Belinda.
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