Atherosclerosis be damned, I love me some fried chicken.
Cider Mill/Fryer Tuck is right up my alley – dark, quiet, showing games from teams that nobody in the restaurant supports. It also helps that it was close by since it was pissing down the day we went.
I have no idea what marks the distinction between the Cider Mill and Fryer Tuck – it seems like you can get whatever you want in either part of the restaurant. They do old school pressure fried chicken, like KFC used to do before they sold out to Big Chicken. Those fuckers ruin everything. They also do burgers and sandwiches, but why are you coming here for that?
The three piece dark meat snack box was my weapon of choice – The chicken is super juicy, but a little under seasoned. This is definitely a “food for white people” joint. The potatoes were breaded and fried the same way – creamy interior, but not super crispy outside – and served with a dipping sauce I can’t remember. It’s probably ranch. Most things are.
We also split the livers/gizzards/hearts plate. I definitely recommend it if you’re a fan of indistinguishable fried , chewy meat nuggets and ranch dressing. I certainly am. We were warned that it was going to be a lot of food. It was. And it was everything I wanted it to be.
We came for the pun. Turns out the chicken is pretty good too.
http://www.fryertuckportlandfriedchicken.com/