After our outing at Virtuous Pie, the five of us still had a hankering for a bit of meat—err, food. Well, meat for the boys. So we turned around the corner (HOW CONVENIENT) to pay Juke a visit.
Juke is a restaurant + bar that also does takeout (smart). It’s pretty spacious in there, with industrial and funky décor—Grace still has some mixed feelings about new businesses’ contribution to the gentrification of Chinatown, but that’s another can of shit.
Since we were pretty full already, we stuck with an order of Juke’s bread and butter: Fried Chicken. One piece each.
Apparently, we’ve been spoiled by some really good fried chicken in Vancouver (who knew Vancouver had this much non-KFC fried chicken??), so Juke had quite a bit to live up to.
G: Oh wow I love the skin. That seasoning. And the meat is moist too. mmm… moist.
M: I don’t get why people hate the word moist. Also this crunch is major, reminds me of cornflake batter.
Dragonhead: Is this better than LA Chicken? I think so Hmm.
Grem: Mmm, I think I’ve had better. The texture and skin are really good but it’s kinda bland.
Kebin: OM NOM NOM
Juke also has Sticky Pork Ribs, but alas we’ll have to return another day (with emptier stomachs).
Of course, we were full but not that full, which meant we needed a little somethin somethin to accompany that chicken. Enter the Dirty Fries. These were more of a hit with our group, with Grem and Kebin licking the last of the cheese sauce clean.
With some mixed reviews on how good the fried chicken really was, we think it pretty much comes down to personal preference. How big of a chicken connoisseur are you? Do you turn up your nose at Church’s Chicken? What kind of a jackass turns up their nose at Church’s Chicken anyway?
No doubt Juke’s chicken was moist and cooked perfectly—the skin has a thicker batter and heavier crunch, and isn’t overly salted or spiced. So if you’re into that sorta thing, hit up Juke for some comfort food.