Key's fuel mart

For my first official foray into New Orleans gas station cuisine, I stuck close to home (convenience kind of being the name of the game).

I randomly went with the crawfish pie and one enormous piece of pale and flabby looking fried chicken, adding a packaged buttermilk pie at the counter.

The pie was fine. I ate the whole thing but don't need to eat one again.

The chicken was, while not terrific, way better than  expected. The batter was complex, really peppery. And while kind of flabby, flabby in a good way. Do I need to go back? No. Would I? Absolutely.

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