It was 1998. Chubby(college)panda was sitting in a theater with some friends watching Rush Hour. As Jackie Chan cooled his heels in front of the Foo Chow restaurant, a pair of Japanese tourists approached and asked a fateful question.
"Excuse me, do you know where is Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles?"
Puzzled, young Chubbypanda leaned to the SoCal native on his left and whispered, "What's that?"
"Roscoe's Chicken 'n Waffles."
A look of stunned disbelief.
As his friend's impassioned descriptions of fluffy, golden waffles topped with tender chunks of Southern fried chicken and drizzled with either syrup or hot sauce became louder and more graphic to the annoyance of the other audience members, young Chubbypanda's mind turned to thoughts of food lust, and to the delights he vowed to one day sample.
(I think that chicken could kick my ass.)
Fast forward nine years to last weekend.
Cat: "Can we visit this bridal shop in Long Beach? I want to see if they have the *** I'm looking for."
Me: "I'm not sure. Let me think about it." I hate driving. Don't wanna go. Long Beach... Long Beach... What's in Long Beach. I think I read something last year about- Roscoe's Chicken 'n Waffles! "Yes! We'll go tomorrow morning!" *gleeful cackle*
Me: "Invite your parents! I'm buying brunch!"
A look of stunned disbelief.
(The after-church crowd.)
Legend has it that the original Roscoe's House of Chicken 'n Waffles began serving their trademark combination to cater to late night/early morning diners, some of whom wanted both dinner and breakfast in the same meal. This was my first visit to the small, Southern California chain. My saliva glands burst into overdrive the minute I walked through the door and the rich smell of fried chicken flooded my quivering nostrils.
($2 coffee! Ye flippin' gods!)
For my usual morning pick-me-up, I ordered this cup of coffee. It was a decent cup of caffeinated delight that kept me happy until I noticed the price. The waitress never even offered to bring me a refill.
(Leggo my Eggo.)
A quick chat with the waitress and I was good to go. I ordered an all dark meat Scoe's, a fried chicken quarter with two waffles. I have to admit to being a little disappointed when my dish arrived. The chicken didn't look like anything special, and the waffles looked like the packaged frozen kind.
The waffles weren't particularly interesting. Gummy and chewy, they also tasted a little like freezer aisle waffles, although they were certainly of higher quality. But the chicken... Oh gods, the chicken... Crispy on the outside with a flavorful crust that stuck firmly to the juicy meat within. It was like eating deep-fried stock. I had to keep myself from slurping because I was sitting directly across from my future father-in-law.
(Sex in a bottle.)
The real magic, though, lay in this innocuous bottle of Red Rooster Louisiana Hot Sauce You know how the sum of a dish can often be greater than its parts? Remember diners being offered a syrup or hot sauce, as they liked it?
(Oh- My- God!)
I never could make the tough choices.
Roscoe's House of Chicken 'n Waffles - The prices are high and the waffles suck, but slap on some of their amazing fried chicken, a little syrup, and a whole lot of Red Rooster Louisiana Hot Sauce, and you've got the perfect sinful indulgence for a sleepy Sunday.
Bill (my portion)
Coffee - 2.00
Scoe's - 9.10
Tax - 0.86
Tip - 1.73
Total - 13.69
Roscoe's House of Chicken 'n Waffles
730 E Broadway
Long Beach, CA 90802-5134
Hollywood, West L.A., Los Angeles, Pasadena
Read this review by Oishii Eats for a second opinion.
Enjoy this hilarious Roscoe's Chicken 'n Waffles song sent to me by Rhett and Link, part of the Alka Seltzer Great American Road Trip.
Also, check out Jackie Chan's latest animated epic, Kung Fu Panda!
Whoa... I know kung fu...