Bakesale Betty

Fried. Chicken. Sandwich.

Three lovely words. Well, I feel a little ambivalent about “chicken.” But modified by “fried”…well, that’s pretty close to heaven.

I went there for a mid-week study break back during my boards days with one S.L. Running late per my usual norm, I found S already setup at one of BB’s whimsical old-school ironing-board tables with fried chicken sandwich and lemon ices ready to eat. I was only sad that I got to eat only half of that fried chicken-y deliciousness. Better for my arteries I suppose. But as I’ve learned in med school, my aorta already has a nice creamy layer of atherosclerosis. So I might as well…bring on the fried chicken!

If you somehow have managed to not have a fried chicken sandwich yet (e.g. if you are some ridiculous “vegetarian” of sorts), it comes heaped with a spicy slaw on a fresh, crusty bun. And you might also get to finish your meal with a free cookie that Bakesale Betty (an Australian native, I learned) herself might pass out to you while you wait in line.

Don’t be too cowed by the line — it moves rapidly. And head inside to check out the fried chicken factory line when you’re done. Take home some delectable baked goods too!

Fried chicken sandwich ~$7

Bakesale Betty, telegraph & 51st