Being our truly lazy selves, we wanted to indulge in fried brunch-ness, but didn't feel like venturing further than 115th street. I remembered seeing a food network special about a certain niece of a certain soul food instituter who opened her own restaurant a block or so away from us, so we decided to try it. Husband had the chicken and waffle plate, I had french toast. 
I didn't taste his (too many scary unknown origin foods for me) but he said the chicken was dry and lacking flavor, however waffle was fluffy and sweet. My french toast, sadly, was dry and stale which would have been okay had it been rightfully drenched in a pool of creamy gooiness... these little guys more likely just dipped their feet in. Wah.
Moral of my story: save your money/effort for the real deal or get ta fryin' and cook up your own batch!
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