Chicken Joe Novels & Stories

She placed the large scale of fried chicken on the table in front of Hunter and Edison, who sat across from each other. "Eat!" Jonea exclaimed curtly. "Here's free fried chicken from my mother as an apology." Hunter only glanced at the plate of fried chicken with one eye. He showed a disdainful reaction and seemed disinterested in the fried chicken. "So this fried chicken restaurant belongs to your family?" he asked. He turned his head to pay attention to the interior of the fried chicken restaurant, which looked simple. Still, the customers who came were always busy and always packed. Jonea stood between Hunter and Ed at the table with her hands on her hips.

she said after a moment. “Excellent choice,” Joe replied. “I’ll have those right down.” “Joe’s the best,” Jackson told Emma as the door swung shut behind their server. “I always request him for these games.” Before Emma had a chance to respond, Joe was back with a large beer and hot dog for Jackson and the soda and fries for Emma. She wasn’t sure how he’d gotten them so fast. He wasn’t even out of breath. “Can I get you anything else?” Joe asked, smiling at the two of them.

It would be just my luck to be given a carrier pigeon to send messages back and forth. "We've never been there, have we, Gordon?" Joanne's mum, Norah asked. Gordon pressed his lips together as he thought. "Isn't that the one that serves cowboy food?" "That's the one," Joanne replied, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Dad. Cowboy food." She chortled. "I bet our Izzy will get to experience the real deal over the pond," my dad added, "Real cowboy food." He beamed.

He was acting like we were here on a vacation. That afternoon we barely talked, Jackson was on the couch playing PlayStation 4, some race car game that was boring the hell outta me. He was having a huge bowl of tortilla chips and a can of Coke. I'd noticed he always ate all that junk food and still managed to stay fit. I decided to cook something for lunch. "How about grilled chicken sandwiches and egg salad for lunch?" "Whatever the wife wants." He called out to me. I shook my head. He was back to being a complete joker and it made me smile.

"Fried chicken and Coca-cola?" In the end, Edward bought out an entire branch of Kentucky Fried Chicken for the afternoon. The table was full of all flavors of fried chicken and Coca-cola, as well as popcorn chicken and chicken burger. Josh did not rush to eat them. On the contrary, he snapped some pictures and sent them to Ziggy with an accompanying message. "Ziggy, you're right. Father is not as strict as I thought!" Edward looked at Josh in confusion. "Who are you sending the message to?"

I asked, surprised she knew where to eat around here. Her face paled slightly before she nodded, waving it off. “Yeah, I have some family friends up here that we visit from time to time.” Chris nodded, agreeing with her. "What the hell is Nandos and what is per per chicken?" Michael asked, not caring much about his friend’s past visitations. "It's a place you eat at and trust me when I say you'll love it! And it's called Peri Peri chicken," I said, rolling my eyes.

Her dark brown hair matted with sweat at her forehead and falling around her like a curtain. "I'm hungry. I have to eat. Please let me eat." Ella begged as she took out the orange spicy chicken and Holly immediately felt nauseated. "Oh God! What is that?" She said as she covered her nose, moving as far away as she could from the smell. Ella looked up at her weirdly. "It's just chicken. Uncle Joe's Chicken and Rib shack. Have you forgotten? Used to be your favourite." Ella said and Holly shook her head as she ran to the adjoining bathroom.

The kind of place we used to stumble upon and declare our spot before the world got too busy. The intercom came to life in a shiver of static and a bored but happy teenager's voice said, "Welcome to Joe's Slice, what can I get you today?" Levi smiled at me, his head tipping toward the speaker. "Go on and order." I shifted forward a bit and my voice was a bit stronger than I had expected. "One pepperoni with jalapeños, please. Extra cheese. And a vanilla milkshake." There was a silence, no doubt the child typing it in or pressing buttons and then Levi added, "One large BBQ chicken with mushrooms. No olives. And a chocolate milkshake."

But Starkville, MS and Lexington, KY didn't seem all that impressive next to Paris or Melbourne. We arrived at the COOP. Iryna turned heads when she entered, but six-foot blondes will do that anywhere. No one seemed to recognize her, which was good. I wanted her all to myself. Iryna studied her menu. "What is this? Chicken with waffles?" "Oh, yeah, a soul food classic. Ok, so the story goes that when jazz musicians would finish playing at three o'clock in the morning, they couldn't decide between dinner or breakfast. So, fried chicken and waffles."

HELEN’S P.O.V. There is something jarring about eating a cheeseburger three hours after watching your son rewrite the laws of physics. We were at "Joe’s Grill," a retro diner on the outskirts of the Crescent Moon territory. It was the kind of place that smelled permanently of onions and floor wax, with red vinyl booths that cracked under your legs and a jukebox playing hits from a decade ago. It was aggressively normal. And yet, the atmosphere inside was anything but.