Oh gee whiz guys, Pies N Thighs is way better than I remember. To be sure, my affinity for the hot sauces has only grown in spite of the slore-sized hole in my heart. And when we ate in back on those rickety picnic benches drinking beer and scarfing down the noms, I remember being in a sour mood. It was a chilly night — early Spring? — when we dropped by the original spot right under the bridge. (My favorite part of that trip, I recall, was the donut? But also maybe I didn’t want fried chicken that night which, right, for shame, moving on…)
The new location is right along the B61 — which has been split in two! — at South 4th and Driggs, and it is wonderful. No longer a lovingly jerry-rigged utility closet, they’ve got a solid range-and-counter set-up with room for 5 people. More capacity there means more food and more customers, so they’ve got the entrance + a back area to accommodate the salivating masses. Seating’s arrayed with a wicker chairs and curlicued farm-scenes imprinted on linoleum tables straight from my Swedish ancestry.
Even a couple of handmade wood signs to win over the James5’s of the world.
But back to the important part: the grub is just as delicious as you likely recall. Pictured atop are 3X chicken boxes ($10 each for 2 drumsticks, a breast, a biscuit and a side) with sides of collards, mac’n’cheese, and baked beans (Mike…) They also have a selection of Avery beers on tap, placating the homer in me. No donuts that I noticed, but plenty of cookies. And lemonade, which I’m saving for another trip. I couldn’t finish the meal, even after a light lunch and 90 minutes of Bikram. The whole shebang left enough for a late-evening snack. Sorry arteries, hello pillow.
