My commute these days takes me a quarter turn around the Perimeter. Sometimes in the evening, if things are moving slow and I’ve gotten a couple of “what’s for dinner” calls from home, I’ll make a stop at the Super H Mart in Doraville and pick up something prepared or ready to slap on the grill. I was walking through the food court when I noticed the little “Korean Specialties” stall had a poster offering Korean fried chicken. You can buy a whole or a half chicken served either plain or drenched in a sweet hot chile sauce. Cubed radish pickles come on the side. A whole chicken consists of about a dozen fist-sized, bone-in nuggets.
I put in an order for an unsauced whole chicken ($12.99) and went to do some quick shopping (laundry detergent and the marinated vegetables you see on this plate) while it cooked. It was waiting in a cardboard cake box when I came back 5 minutes later. I drove along the surface road to Buford Highway, managing to avoid Spaghetti Junction entirely and was soon home with a box of chicken. I’m guessing this detour added at most 10 minutes to my commute.
Not the best I’ve ever had, but very satisfying — ear-ringingly crunchy any not nearly as salty as, um, non-Korean fried chicken. I ate three pieces before forcing myself to stop and concentrate on the vegetables. But the siren call of the cake box reached out to me later, and I had my fourth piece.