Nau speak: Vegas: Flippin' Good Burgers and Chicken

Regulars to the blog will be fully aware of my feelings about fried chicken, and how a particular country's chicken rises above the rest as the supreme form of deep-fat-fried birdy goodness... But every once in a while a contender comes along with a coating so crackly, crunchy and good that it gives me pause and makes me reconsider that stance. Naturally, I've always gravitated back to my original opinion thus far, which is that Korean fried chicken is the penultimate greasy bird, but I've gotta give Flippin' Good credit for serving up some pretty damn good chicken! Which, ironically, isn't even what their primary focus is if the name is any given. Burgers and shakes are the main feature of their brief menu but their chicken is legit. We opted for delivery because, believe it or not, we're balls-deep into the process of moving out of our current abode as of my writing this, and will long since be out of Vegas by the time this reaches posting, so while it would have been nice to go out and sit down with one of their shakes in what I presume to be their fine restaurant, we had sh*t to do and things to pack. Even though we opted to get our food brought to our house, like the lazy bastards we are, it was all nice and fresh and hot still when it arrived. And look at that food porn above- that crispy crackling coating is to drool for! They did a damn fine job on their batter, and the Nashville heat seasoning we opted for on our tenders was definitely bringing some heat for Antho's palate. I got the fire fries as an upgrade with my Dirty Bird, featured above. The Dirty Bird is certainly one dirty, naughty bird! Not only does it come with the super crispy hunk of bird, but a nice thick slab of bacon and an egg with a still-creamy yolk adorn it for extra pizzaz. If any city calls for being extra, it's certainly gonna be Vegas, right?

They also offer fried pickles, y'all. FRIED PICKLES! Served with ranch, because, duh, right? I mean, I'll be honest here...I'm not a Southerner, even though Las Vegas is squarely located in the Southwestern corner of the United States, Nevada joined the union during the Civil war to back our buddies in the North (because f**k slavery) so I'm absolutely not a person of authority when it comes to what something like fried pickles are supposed to be served with. For all I know they're traditionally served in the hollowed out gut of a rusted old Ford and drenched in pure molten lard... But suffice to say, these fried pickles right here, they were damn fine fried pickles as far as my uneducated palate is concerned. I pretty much scarfed the entire box to myself, because I forgot that Antho is vehemently anti-pickle. His loss, my (weight) gain!

And if we're gonna be extra, why not upgrade for $2 and get the dressed up fries? They have a few different variations, most with some cheese and bacon, though I opted for the "Fire Fries" in particular, which came with pickled jalapenos and a dangerously generous heaping of powdered spice seasoning dumped on top. The fries definitely lived up to their name, and were too spicy for me to conquer on the first night...but, also, we had a mountain of food to work our way through. The fire fries were a bit soggy and yielded to the cheese sauce by the time I got to them the next day, but the heat had also spread a little bit more evenly throughout. Still spicy, even for my tastes, though!