Mrs. White's Golden Rule Cafe
If we're being honest, if Beau MacMillan had not instructed us to go to Mrs. White's Golden Rule Cafe in Phoenix for the fried chicken, we most likely would not have set foot in the place.
|Well, Doesn't This Look Inviting?|
|Way to Class Things Up, Phoenix|
|There's Also the Whole Business of the - Literal - "Writing on the Walls"|
|Here's a Hint: This Isn't One of the "Good" Ones|
Except they're out of mac and cheese.
And sweet potatoes.
And "green beans and cabbage" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
|Where Are Our Carbs?!|
|Sweet Tea, Prison-Style|
|"This Is For You," Ginger Says to Vodka|
|You Are My Sunshine|
|Here, Chicky, Chicky, Chicky|
The chicken is pretty near perfect.
|A Chicken Wing Being Slowly Massacred|
|Those Beans Are No Pimento Mac and Cheese, Is All We're Saying....|
|This Chicken Is Just Not Worth a Blog Civil War|
You just have to go to a would-be jailhouse in the middle of the Arizona desert.
|Amen, Mrs. White, Amen|
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate