Somethin’ wrong wit’dat chikkin

April 16, 2009

A new spin on an old classic. PHOTO: Leigh Hedger, April 14, 2009.

No one needs an existential crisis on the commute to work. It’s dangerous. Especially when the driver has easy access to a camera.

After seeing this Rally’s sign, I briefly assumed it was the most anti-Zen item on the menu. But maybe it couldn’t have been more Zen.

Somehow, the new wings Rally’s is offering already are classic. This could be an old family recipe, an older Rally’s menu favorite brought back from posterity or perhaps just wings left over from last week with a fresh coat of grease to freshen them up. But then there are these oneless tenders. Perhaps they’re just one step beyond classic — so old they’re nothing to anyone anymore, thereby achieving a new state of onelessness. Or they could be a step beyond the classic sense of classic, so pervasive to the tastes-like-chicken culture that they’ve lost their sense of origin, of chicken matter itself. They’re so imbedded in the belly of the deep fryer that diners can’t help but share in the communal offering of chickenness with every bite of anything ordered.

Or, perhaps the deal is that they cheat you of one tender with every order. Could go either way.

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