There is nothing like savoring the arrival of autumn in Western New York, especially if you are driving in a big car down Sheridan Drive, which I was yesterday. I was on my way to meet someone for lunch, and I breathed it all in: the breezes, the fresh feeling in the air. There was even a sign for a Chiavetta's chicken barbecue in front of St. Andrew's Church, just to make the picture complete.
I have lunch, I am driving back.
And I see, far up ahead on the left, this huge cloud of white smoke.
What was it? It was right by the street. I was curious, then concerned.
When I got closer I could not believe it.
It was St. Andrew's chicken barbecue!!
When they put out that sign they were not kidding! There were miles of grills, right by the street. Barely visible through the smoke were hundreds of chickens. Chicken upon chicken upon chicken, roasting on the coals. It was like "Night of the Living Dead" for chickens. It was unbelievable.
Not only that, but they were right on the curb, inches from the noses of passing motorists. Who could resist it? Location, location, location!
You had to hand it to St. Andrew's. (Along with your money, of course -- you could not help it.)
Talk about Buffalo-style chicken.
This was it!
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