Tis the season for turkey, but I can’t get my mind off of Korean fried chicken.
A few years back, I’d frequent “KFC” joints several times a month, power ranking each spot as I went along. I lost my momentum and enthusiasm somewhere along the way, but quickly picked up where I left off at The Prince. Fingers sticky and lips burning, it was easy to remember how these deep-fried birds found their way into my heart.
According to the restaurant’s website, The Prince was originally known as The Windsor. The interior, forever frozen in the roaring ’20s, boasts a genuinely stately feel with ruby red accents at every turn—from the carpet to the wallpaper, lamp shades, and table cloths.
As luck would have it, our party of five was seated right next to the pianist. He warmed our hearts and spirits with his rousing renditions of “Let it Be” and “Hotel California.” The best seat in the house!
