White Fence Farm is hailed for its fine fried chicken. Celebrities rave, regular people rave. How could we miss! We both enjoy fried chicken and decided to stop by there on our way back from LaSalle. We were met by a very large, maze like place with tons of employees who lacked any emotion. Our initial greeting was nice enough, but that was probably the most pleasant thing we encountered.
We perused the limited menu, which appears to really promote the steaks. Confused by this but sticking with our original intent, we decided to go for the fried chicken. Everything on the menu is lauded as homemade. Now the word homemade combined with food always gets me excited because I enjoy good home cooking. After a considerable amount of time had passed, someone decided we should be taken care of. Since we prefer white meat chicken, we inquired about whether or not we could get the fried chicken dinner all white meat. We were met with a resounding no. Just no. Ok, on to ordering. We still wanted to try the fried chicken so we both ordered it. At $10.55 per person, were expecting some good chicken. Fortunately, before ordering dinner, I had seen some of the potatoes walk by and decided they definitely did not look homemade. In fact, I thought they were bringing out little bowls of ice cream instead. The scoops of potatoes were this pale, milky white color that resembled play dough. Glad I passed on that. I ordered the baked potato and hubby ordered the fries.
If youve never been to White Fence Farm, your dinner includes some relishes, as they call them, with your choice of potato and homemade gravy. The relishes include bean salad, cole slaw, pickled beets, cottage cheese and corn fritters and are delivered to your table rather promptly. The cole slaw was extremely vinegary, the bean salad unremarkable and the cottage cheese was cottage cheese. Not being beet fans, we passed on those. The corn fritters were tasty little morsels rolled in powdered sugar. Not greasy by any stretch and there were just enough to take the edge off our hunger. I could have chowed on those babies for quite some time.
Our food arrived, family style. We were given a plate of fried chicken and a cup of bright yellow (think marigold) stuff I think was gravy. Hubby started on the chicken while I prepped my potato. About the size of a young childs hand, the baked potato was baked to the point of petrification. Dry through and through, this poor little spud was inedible. Asked for another and got one of the same, size and doneness. Hubbys fries were neatly arranged on a saucer. We didnt count them but guess he might have received 12 fries. The chicken was bland. Coated with some flour/moisture mixture and fried until soggy, the chicken had no flavor. Not even chicken flavor! The chicken was moist as if it had been brined for some time but really lacked taste. There was so much grease the napkins couldnt even sop it up. I decided to see if the gravy might help with flavor. The gravy was basically soup base slightly thickened with cornstarch. Im being generous with the thickened part. The gravy was the color of clarified butter and about the same consistency. Didnt add flavor to the chicken or life to the potato. One piece of chicken and we both were feeling queasy. Our damages amounted to $25.00 for one of the worst dinners weve had. On the way out, we both stopped in the facilities to give the hands a good scrub. Funny thing is the liquid soap dispenser appeared to contain a substance similar in color and texture to the gravy. Scared me in the worst way!
In conclusion, if youre cruising on I-55 and feel the need for fried chicken, pass the exit for IL Route 53 and find a Browns. It tastes better. Heck, I'll even go out on a limb and say KFC is better (and I really don't like there food!).
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