J & J Fish

Adjacent to the –Kedzie/​Holman blueLINE– (chi-​west) hides the blue-​print of ~flave~: «class of the swim,» fried to its roots chitown’z very own daily catch. Dead bodies fill the green rivers here in Chicago. Nobody Unilocal… only death here be «buh-​bye» hunger. Empty those pockets to this menued return, the cleanliness whirls a «success» that flirts with deep return. Although diet gods frown upon these –friedfoods– i conclude «fit dishes» (thanx to McDonald’s, oil isn’t the booty call of evil) servings here, give ya a flame bite that turn kid’s righhht! My first pinch here carried me to some –newfound– tastebuds clubbed by the this darn joint. Grab the «floaties» this dining is nuth’n but good…. «pUdd’n.»
If I had a thumb for every violation here.
~got munch~
M@K.

I know its J & J Fish but the wings are the damn bomb! They are always fresh! You know its good chicken when you can warm it up days later and its still good.