It was every bit as good as I heard.
And no lines, unlike Willa Mae's. Which I'm sure is great, but a James Beard award is the kiss of death for a neighbourhood resto, as far as I'm concerned.
(When I saw the lineup outside Willa's, I tapped on a cabby's window and told him, 'I don't line up for fried chicken, help a lady out?' He laughed and nodded and directed me to V N T foods at Dumaine and Claibourne, but then I remembered McHardy's, so the VNT will have to wait for now.)
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