Stopped at Coleman's west side Chicago Ave. location the other day for wings. The whole 15 minute drive home all I wanted to do was pull over and shove my face inside that bag.
I don't know what it is about that place. Maybe the fact you can actually feel the grease jumping onto you when you walk in. Maybe its the grease saturated brown paper bag. Maybe it is the reward of getting home and opening that bag in order to find a layer of white bread covering those jumbo wings which are in turn covering the fries that lay in a pool of hot sauce.
I love that place!
5754 W. Chicago Ave.