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I tried the Mighty Quinn’s fried chicken sandwich today. I asked the lady at the check out counter whether they had it at this location, and she pointed to the man two feet from me who had a new one on his tray. It did not resemble a chicken sandwich, so I had to do a double-take. It looked more like a country fried beef steak or pork chop with too much sauce.
At $10 for the sandwich, not including any side dish, I reluctantly ordered this mess just for the sake of you the viewer. It was worse than it looked.
They smashed it into a clear lid with sloppy barbecue sauce all over the rest of the container. The bun was too thick. And when I took a bite, I got all chicken fat that stuck between my teeth.
To rub salt in the wound, they expect you to tip the fast-food workers who are not providing sit-down service.
As bad as the Fuku fried chicken was, this sandwich is worse, and more expensive.
Hipster chef Hugh Mangum and his business partner Micha Magid are not doing well at expansion. What might play well to Lower East Side deprived hipsters is not hitting a chord with the rest of the city.