house of soul food
Late night, time for...soul food. Howard mentioned last week that he was in the mood for fried chicken. I mean real fried chicken. So when he called this afternoon (as I had my hands full of bulk chorizo), I thought that getting out to feed the chickens was right and proper.
Now, I'm sure that there is at least one other good place in the area that makes fried chicken but there's only one place I'll go to *if* I'm not making it myself: The House Of Soul Food in Santa Clara. We were pretty beat from grinding sausage all day and thought it was a better idea to have the nice folks at THOSF make us dinner.
THOSF is a small, side-of-the-road place on Lafayette Street in Santa Clara. This area is mostly industrial buildings and chip-fab plants and so it's a diamond in a rough of silicon and sheet metal.
They have barbecue and greens and cobbler and everything you'd expect from a place that serves soul food (yes, black-eyed peas too...yum...) but the fryer gets all the attention from me...
Between the three of us we got two fried chickens and an order of fried catfish. The chicken is amazing--the catfish even more so (which is why it's my favorite, ranking just above the chicken...). They had hushpuppies tonight (they run out quickly because they're that damn good...) and we got some of those. Sides of beans, macaroni and cheese and slaw made it complete.
Man, what a feast. I'm not supposed to eat quite this much at one meal (can't tax the blood sugar machinery, if you know what I mean and I think you do...) but for tonight it was ok (I brought home leftovers, natch...). The styro-box is calling my name as I write this...