Monday, June 18, 2012

(73) Best damn chicken in the state


And it was –not to mention that the owner-cook was a middle-aged bluesman, that there was an ancient Telecaster hanging on the wall and that the stereo was always playing Blind Lemon Jefferson and Skip James. Now the shop is owned by some kids; the chicken is still good but not that good. And I’ll probably never find out what happened to the bluesman. 

(For a bigger version of this picture both in color and black and white, check my "Japan Arekore" set on Flickr)

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