“We HAVE to get chicken & waffles.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a statement, it wasn’t even a thought… it was a definitive command.
My boyfriend (as he prefers a low-key online profile, for the sake of this blog, we shall call him Mystery Man (MM?) until he decides to reveal his secret identity) has raved about this chicken & waffles place since our first date. It’s crept up in conversations. Other chicken & waffle meals never compared. That bag of Lay;s Chicken & Waffles flavored potato chips only served as an unsatisfying reminder of this life-changing chicken & waffles restaurant in Texas.
And now that we were finally there, in Austin, Texas, together, it was time to go to Lucky J’s. I’ve never had chicken & waffles before, and have declined the opportunity to try it for over a year just so my “first time” could be held at that highest standard.
We finally approached the building, coated in abstract graffiti of happy chickens & busty chicks. It made me chuckle. We walked down the crimson & gold-decorated hallway until we reached the window and ordered. It was warm. The ceilings fans lazily spun. My skin uncomfortably stuck to the vinyl chair. And we waited. And waited. Good things (like chicken & waffles) come to those who wait. We were the only souls in the restaurant. We waited, until someone exclaimed: “What. Is. THAT?!”
My eyes fixated on the disturbance. In less than a second I knew the answer. I’ve seen them in Detroit, scurrying down the sewers, invading the residence hall where I’d once lived…
But everything’s bigger in Texas.
And that cockroach looked menacing. It peeked from behind the framed photo. Scuttled up the wall on the ceiling. Flirted with the ordering window. Until it creeped along some ceiling wires over our heads and disappeared. Oh my.
As a Michigander, the biggest bugs I’ve ever encountered in a restaurant were annoying fruit flies. This was new. We were reassured by our local Texans that cockroaches are a common visitor… no big deal. With a few uncomfortable flinches, we brushed it off, imagined the insect as an ant, and carried on with our waiting game… still anxiously stealing glances toward the corners of the room.
I’ve waited too dang long to let a stupid bug spoil all that I dreamed of in chicken & waffles. NO. I would demolish the contents on my plate even if a tarantula hand-delivered my order.
Then it arrived (not by a tarantula). And all else was forgotten. So what makes Lucky J’s so special? It’s not just chicken & waffles… it’s a chicken & waffle TACO. Genius. A buttery, fluffy waffle “shell” holding a crispy, juicy chicken tender. Smother with hot sauce and syrup and you’ve got yourself a utensil-free (albeit messy) meal. It’s like breakfast and lunch eloped in Vegas and made little chicken & waffle tacos for all the world to enjoy. Well, at least for Austin, TX to enjoy.
My first question after devouring this sweet/savory taco was: who the heck woke up one morning and thought the combination of fried chicken, a waffle, syrup, and hot sauce would make a dynamically delicious treat? My second question was: how can I get a Lucky J’s food truck in Detroit? Gosh, I’m hungry now. I should’ve ordered two.
Exiting Lucky J’s, you’ll never guess what I encountered. If you guessed a creepy crawly, you are incorrect. What I encountered was the overwhelming desire to turn around and get another chicken & waffle taco to go. Yes, it was that good and no six-legged fiend changed my mind.