Anastasia Friscia

A review of Kennedy Fried Chicken and Pizza

I finally ate here the other day. They’re somehow always out of pizza, so I got a chicken sandwich and fries. My boyfriend got two pieces of chicken, and one of the counter guys instructed the other: “Big pieces. For the good people, we have big pieces. For the shit people, meh.” Friendly waitstaff!

Regarding the ambience: there’s bulletproof glass everywhere, but there’s a pretty sizable cut-out window where you get your food, so I’m not sure how that works.

The chicken sandwich was good enough for $2.75. There’s some kind of Thousand Island dressing on it that’s pretty delicious. The french fries tasted off, like they were fried in the same oil as spring rolls. Overall, better than their competitors Palace and Crown Fried Chicken.

Karaoke From Last Night

Every week after practice, our band goes to a bar with $2 beers and free karaoke. Every week, we ask ourselves if the $2 beers are worth listening to the karaoke, but at some point it becomes entertaining. You ask yourself how these people got here.

Like, who’s this girl—this girl who’s very drunk, and at the bar by herself—singing Janis Joplin’s “Piece of My Heart” while wearing just one Ugg boot, flailing around, tossing her hair, adding “Ow!”s and “Yeah!”s where they shouldn’t be? What went wrong with her week?

And who’s that other girl at the bar alone, a regular, singing Meatloaf’s “Paradise By The Dashboard Light” and The Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Why sing karaoke every week by yourself? (There are a few regulars like that). Or why does the 45-year-old bartender sing Alice Cooper’s “Eighteen” every week?

We came up with a plan to tape all these people, interview them and put it on a site called “Karaoke From Last Night,” but I’m not sure how entertaining it would be without the immediacy of being there, and without the $2 beers.