I’m a blind fool when it comes to fried chicken and I rarely mind who cooks it. Gas station fried fare is amongst the most overlooked delicacy since boiled peanuts were first drowned in a glass bottle of Pepsi Cola.

Although your local Crunch and Pump may not offer this delicious breaded poultry, do not let your hearts be troubled. Somewhere down the backroad of every rural zip code, there’s the aroma of deep fried yard birds beckoning to the tastebuds of country boys and girls everywhere.

I recently read this article in Our State magazine and ‘bout stripped a gear to get to Betty’s for some finger lickin’ greasy goodness. It’s the kinda place your heart valves dread, but in the court of fried chicken opinion, it’s a risk worth the reward.

https://www.ourstate.com/4-gas-stations-with-fried-chicken/