this is supposed to be a post about a fried chicken sandwich. "but," you say, "then why are you showing me a picture of fries and bread?" exactly.some tout cafe 15's fried chicken sando as the nadal to bakesale betty's federer. i've eaten betty's sandwich, and it is a treat, bursting with slaw and sauce and chicken breast(s) piled so high i need to unlock my jaw a little bit, like a snake, or else devour it open-faced. cafe 15 shows more restraint. (except with the fries. which are truffled, and pretty decent, but nothing special.) do you see the chicken? that little breast -- very lightly breaded and fried to a dark caramel -- is peeping out modestly from behind a curtain of lemon-mayo-slathered baguette. it is like a tiny gorgeous starlet. next time, i will order it double-breasted.
*update: at my next visit, a larger starlet made an appearance. so perhaps the first one was just a fluke?
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