So I really don't know where to start regarding this one. But anyways, I've waiting a long time for this takeout joint to open, and finally now, it is. At most, it's been open for a few or so.
Too bad I never got around or had the chance to try the original location, which she had for close to three decades.
Anyways, today I decided to try. From the outside, I saw that there were no customers inside. But right outside the door there was a printed paper menu listing the goods. And there was not a lighted or any sort of "open" sign, but I walked in anyways.
Maurice came from behind the counter and greeted me with a howdy. She told me no one seems to make the kind of fried chicken she makes anymore. So she asked what I wanted. What else but a breast and leg, and some candied yams of course. Before I lose track everything here is a la carte, so you got to order the fried chicken and sides separately. But anyways gave in my order. And I was told that it would take a while. Since she cooks the fried chicken to order. Of course, I'll wait. After all, some of the best fried chicken, is made to order.
So she went back to the kitchen start up the cast iron skillet on the stove.
I told her I'd like a Coke to drink and she pointed to the Coca Cola fridge. Sadly, no coke but just a few cans of Shasta cola and some bottled water. That'll do.
To while away the time, I looked at the bunch of autographed headshots of a bunch of actors and politicos ranging from Henry Winkler to Johnnie Cochran to Diane Feinstein. A couple old reviews of the old place a few blocks west near the corner of Sierra Bonita and Pico where displaying, along with one touting the exceptional spoonbread.
There were closed to a dozen certificates from the LA chamber of Commerce to a National Geographic Centeniall to even a swimming certificate from an aquatic center or something along those lines.
In one corner, stood a nice, burnished old wardrobe dresser with some trinkets on it. And a piece of paper describing the great person that Maurice Prince is.
Anyways, as you can tell, I had a lot of time on my hands. She really did mean it when she said it will take quite a while. Quite a while indeed.
About all of two tables with some scattered issues of the LA times sit in the center of the small room. Did I mention this a tiny place. It almost feels like the joint is not ready for business, but that would mean you would in fact miss out, that is if you give a damn about tremendous old fashioned Southern pan-fried chicken cooked to order in a cast iron skillet.
So the chicken arrived and man, some of the most beautiful, mahongany colored, crispy, incredibly well-spiced fried chicken around. And the candied yams that arrived were good, tasted freshly made, and was coarsely cut and reminded one of homemade yams. The yams were not too sweet. oh, yeah, Maurice also graciously threw in some string green beans and some cornbread stuffing along with a pizza-shaped slice of bread.
But ultimately the fried chicken is where it's at. Beatitful, beautiful, stuff. Worth the wait or maybe you can phone in ahead.
Maurice is truly a whiz at the fried chicken, and at one point she was complaining that it has been difficult to find good help that can make the chicken to her arduous and of course tasty spefications.
Even though it's a tiny storefront, it feels like your eating in someone's home. Of course, you're supposed to take the wares to your own home. It's a takeout place after all. But I couldn't wait to the office.
Anwyays, truly excellent stuff. and Maurice Prince the proprietor is a true swetheart, who does things the old-fashioned way aka the right way.
Maurice's Fried Chicken To go