The Best Chicken Sandwich I've Ever Had
This weekend, my best friend Anna and I rode the hot and sweaty (aka Bolt) bus to Baltimore to spend a couple days reunited with two of our best friends, Katie + Liz. We almost didn't make it when old lady #2 whipped out a tuna salad sandwich at 9:30PM, but somehow we powered through. Upon arrival, we drank a bottle of wine (fun!) and ate some cheese and passed out in preparation for our upcoming day of exploration.
On Saturday, we spent the day talking and hanging and brunching and meandering.
At this trendy court, there were stalls with everything from arepas to poké to tacos to Mediterranean, and more. However, what really stood out was BRD. It's front and center right when you enter, with a charming neon lit design, and a simple menu. Fried chicken sandwiches every which way, including a Vietnamese-inspired Hanoi Hen, which you bet I'm coming back for. We got the Bmore bird, and it was the absolute best for so many reasons. Let's begin my love letter, shall we?
According to a quick internet stalk, BRD stands for baked, roasted and fried. The chicken is battered, double-fried and then tucked between a perfectly toasty bun to be devoured.Speaking of, the bun was soft and fluffy with a hint of sweetness. Kind of like a cross between Portuguese sweet bread and a dense potato roll. Then came the pickles, which are always my kryptonite. They claim the pickles are local. Fine, I don't care. I just want to swim in a vat of them. So delicious, remember to ask for extra! Moving on, THE SAUCE. It's like french dressing, if french dressing was actually good. They kick it up with Old Bay, and it definitely packs a punch. Finally, the pièce de résistance, the bird. Earth-shatteringly crispy chicken loaded onto the sandwich. I'm pretty sure the meat in question was a thigh, but don't quote me on that... I blacked out with my first bite. You might think one slab of fried chicken is enough but NO. You get two and damn it you need both. Trust me, you're going to be fighting with your friends for the last bite. Have I mentioned the sandwich is $9? These are not NY prices, my fellow broke city friends.
Want to know the saddest part of this whole saga? I did not get my own BRD sandwich, and instead just nibbled on Liz's. What was I thinking?
Moral of the story: I need to go to Baltimore more often.