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Chicken & Waffles


I first made the acquaintance of Chicken & Waffles while at IHOP with my grandparents at 18 years old. I remember our waitress had a Tinkerbell tatoo. Eating out was such a rarity in that season of my life that the menu overwhelmed me. IHOP was featuring "southern dishes," and Chicken & Waffles was the main to-do. Quite frankly, it confused me. Who mingles breakfast foods with dinner foods? Certainly I didn't... I was far younger and less adventurous in culinary tastes than I am now, so I shied from the opportunity.
Welp, now I'm braver, and one Provo restaurant has me totally enchanted with this classic plate from the south. Station 22 on center street features a thin, crispy waffle topped with a perfectly fried and battered chicken breast. Garnished with a slice of bacon and candied mint leaves, and served with  a thick cinnamon syrup on the side--this take on chicken & waffles is power-packed with complimentary flavors while satisfying a foodie's sweet and savory needs. Ten out of ten would recommend. Enjoy breakfast, dinner, and dessert in one dish served on a mini-skillet. If you're still hungry, I recommend their hush puppies (however, at Station 22, they really should call them hollering puppies for all the spice mixed in... they bite you back with delightful kick!). Absolutely divine.

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