Sixty-eight degrees in the middle of March.
Winter nonexistent.
World ending.
And believe it or not, that’s the second most important development of the day.
Yes, ground-breaking chicken-tender news always supersedes the spoils of global warming.
So say hello to Sticky’s Finger Joint, New York’s first and only counter space dedicated solely to the glory of the chicken strip, slated to open next Wednesday.
It’s a simple little spot, really—kind of like Shake Shack for chicken fingers. Black and white and red all over. Some graffiti. A few metal tables. A low-lying L-shaped bench. In other words, nothing that gets in the way of you, a basket of tenders and the 18 different seasonally rotated dipping sauces you require to properly enjoy said basket of tenders.
The classic finger here: true, trusted, dredged with just the right amount of buttermilk and breadcrumb. A fine order. But what you really want to try is one of their original creations. Like the wasabi-crusted, ginger-paste-rubbed, seaweed-flaked number. Or, depending on your comfort level with carnival food/propensity for accepting dares, the still-in-the-experimental-phase cotton-candy-flavored finger.
And arriving soon, happy meals. They’ll include chicken, fries, a piece of candy, a can of beer and the prerequisite toy.
For ages 21 and up.
Winter nonexistent.
World ending.
And believe it or not, that’s the second most important development of the day.
Yes, ground-breaking chicken-tender news always supersedes the spoils of global warming.
So say hello to Sticky’s Finger Joint, New York’s first and only counter space dedicated solely to the glory of the chicken strip, slated to open next Wednesday.
It’s a simple little spot, really—kind of like Shake Shack for chicken fingers. Black and white and red all over. Some graffiti. A few metal tables. A low-lying L-shaped bench. In other words, nothing that gets in the way of you, a basket of tenders and the 18 different seasonally rotated dipping sauces you require to properly enjoy said basket of tenders.
The classic finger here: true, trusted, dredged with just the right amount of buttermilk and breadcrumb. A fine order. But what you really want to try is one of their original creations. Like the wasabi-crusted, ginger-paste-rubbed, seaweed-flaked number. Or, depending on your comfort level with carnival food/propensity for accepting dares, the still-in-the-experimental-phase cotton-candy-flavored finger.
And arriving soon, happy meals. They’ll include chicken, fries, a piece of candy, a can of beer and the prerequisite toy.
For ages 21 and up.