You can smell Ervin’s Chicken before you even turn off of W. Adams Ave. Fried chicken is another one of those foods I remember from my childhood. Mom soaked each piece in salt water, rolled it in flower, and then dropped in the griddle. The entire house filled with the smell of goodness.
In fact, I am pretty sure that unless the result is too dry or not battered well, I’m going to give it a thumbs-up. (Don’t get me wrong, I definitely have my favorites; like this place in Round Top, Texas with buttermilk-soaked fried chicken. Soooo goood.) Continue reading