Possibly you're thinking the same thing I did when I first heard Chicken and Waffles. My thought was eeeeewwwww! But I let my son, Alex, pick the restaraunt. Up to this point he'd been forced to eat whatever I'd chosen. I like a menu with "healthy" food which means gross to a teenager. Fried chicken and waffles...what more could a boy want? The finicky nine year-old was happy once she heard the word waffle. Off to Dame's we went.
It's a relatively small menu. I ordered what you see above, the Frizzled Fowl. Panko breaded chicken on top of a waffle with blueberry schmear, drizzled with plum sauce and served with syrup. OMG. So good. If I worked at this place I'd weigh five hundred pounds. I found the use of schmear for the different flavored butters delightful. I just like the word schmear. Yiddish words always make me want to sit on my porch and yell, "Get off my lawn!" I should learn more of them. Alex was equally pleased with his chicken and chocolate schmear. Piper was a little intimidated by all the schmear business. "Don't you have butter?" she wanted to know. I made an executive decision that she needed to try the maple pecan schmear. She loved it. We will definitely go back before our adventure is over.
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