Lightly crusted, perfectly fried, N-Y-C’s fried bird is much better than Hill Country’s.
We’ve all had the experience of heading for the Port Authority to make a bus departure, being hungry as hell, and not finding anyplace near the terminal that had halfway-decent-looking food.
At the corner of 39th and Eighth Avenue — poultry nirvana!
Well, the problem is solved, especially if you don’t mind getting your fingers a little greasy. N-Y-C Fried Chicken (598 Eighth Avenue, 212-719-1599) produces one of the best versions of the classic dish found anywhere in Manhattan. The pieces are modest-sized but cheap. They’ve been only lightly dusted with flour, and fried to a golden brown in fresh grease. What could be better?
The sides are just as “meh!” as they are at KFC, or any similar establishment, and the prices — ranging from $1.25 to $2.50 depending on the size of the piece and whether the counter guy likes your looks — are competitive with any in town. Just the thing to torture your fellow riders with on the bus to Totowa.
Teasing your bird out of the hot box.