The first time I became aware of this restaurant, I thought a mentally stunted gibbon confronted with a laptop typed in the name incorrectly on Yelp.
The first time I drove past this restaurant, I realized the name is actually legitimate, and I was forced to contemplate it deeply.
I’ve arrived at this conclusion: it’s a really, really good name.
You know what you’re getting here. Either chicken and rice, or a burger. Maybe even both. Southern, Eastern, Western- it doesn’t matter. If it can slow your arterial flow, this restaurant will make it. And it will do so at a price point so low you will actually feel ashamed of yourself for making the owners go to so much trouble over your crumpled $5 bill.
Let’s backtrack a bit. Friday night was a low point for me. Realizing I had napped away most of my evening, still recovering from what I’m convinced was a week-long bout of bubonic plague, I wheedled Cam into agreeing that greasy chicken strips would be an excellent idea for dinner. Never having tried their food before, I pitched my best selling point. “Look at that name. LOOK AT IT. Also, it’s owned by Koreans. They’re good at chicken. They’re good at Starcraft. LET’S GO.”
So we drive to this establishment, which is located conveniently at Midway & GBT. It is sandwiched between dubious stores, but radiates warmth with its lime-green walls. The owners have tried painstakingly to make it inviting, with an eclectic mismatch of tables and chairs, a television, and art decor depicting idyllic scenes in Venice. They have labeled drinks and menus carefully. As the immigrant daughter of Asians who have toiled in food service, it legitimately makes my heart hurt to think about all the love and hard work that has been poured into this neon green little space.
We order to-go so that we can eat most disgustingly in the privacy of our apartment. The place is run by two adorable Koreans who kind of look like my parents. There is a distinct language barrier, but they were so welcoming and eager to take our order that it’s hard to find fault. As soon as we walked in, the lady practically showered us with menus (I was reminded forcibly of Teppo’s recent failings), shoving them happily at us like the Asian Gambit of food service. The menu is replete with a variety of items that make you go, “dafuq.” Nearly everything is some degree of deep fried. There’s a wide gamut of typical American Chinese food that was most likely inherited from the previous restaurant, plus a few Korean bulgogi dishes that seem like a safer bet. Predictably, we order chicken strips, fried rice, and fries. We obviously do not care about our lives.
To be fair, it took a while to receive our food. The chicken strips are hand-breaded and fried to order, and they had three orders to fill before ours. I contented myself with taking some terrible photos, and then was admonished by a distinguished gentleman: “I ain’t trying to be in nobody’s camera. I got four baby mommas and I don’t need them knowing what state I’m in, know what I’m sayin’? I can’t be in nobody’s camera.” It’s good to know parental responsibility is alive and well in Carrollton, Texas. God bless you, sketchy chicken-eating man.
Ultimately, though, you don’t eat at Chicken & Rice / Burger for its upper-class clientele. You come here for the chicken strips. And they are wonderful.
Look at dat beautiful chicken. Before I’ve tucked away my camera, Cam is already making obscene moaning noises about how delicious the chicken strips are. I think maybe it’s hyperbole, because our expectations were not incredibly high. I harbor the misconception that it’ll either have the cardboard dryness of Whataburger chicken strips, or else be miserably soggy from the overlong wait. I am wrong. I am as wrong as our group at Teppo was for thinking we could receive adequate service. I am as wrong as that dude who’s dodging his child support to 4 women.
The chicken strips are a masterpiece of crunchy breading (not overly breaded, not even remotely dry), tender chicken, and a spicy seasoning that makes me fervently mentally compose love sonnets to both South and Best Korea for generating the man who cooked our food. The strips are much larger than we expected, but we defeat them enthusiastically. The fried rice was forgettable, the fries were good (although slightly lacking salt). But the chicken is ultimately the selling point. Delicious sorcery in my mouth.
Unfortunately, I don’t think we can frequent the place as often as I would like- chicken strips are not a low-carb food and we’d like to stave off obesity until middle-age at least. But I’m effusively reviewing Chicken & Rice / Burger in the hopes that it will receive the influx of customers it deserves. The next time you crave chicken strips and opt for fast food instead of this little restaurant, you have made a terrible, terrible decision. And I hate you.