Comments on: Eight Reasons to Fall in Love With Pies n Thighs All Over Again

By: @sandeearre

@sandeearre — Tue, 03 Apr 2012 18:11:42 +0000

Good things man …

By: Nicholas

Nicholas — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 03:49:02 +0000

That donut and that coffee… doooo want. Except if I’m in Brooklyn I might be more tempted to go to Peter Pan, it seems like I have to try this one too.

By: James Boo

James Boo — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:49:32 +0000

$4 cheese grits with hot sauce, my friend… does that do anything to change your mind? :)

By: Danny

Danny — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:45:03 +0000

more than anything else, these pictures make me wanna fry food at home. although i do want to eat chicken and biscuit for breakfast, i feel like sometimes a punch in the neck is good for vitality.

By: Brandon

Brandon — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 23:58:51 +0000

I love the first photo, its like god is hitting on the ladies.

By: Stephen

Stephen — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:58:31 +0000

I have been meaning to get there since I heard it reopened, and now I really have to.

By: James Boo

James Boo — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 06:37:44 +0000

Damn right you’ll try this place the next time you’re in New York – you’ll be crashing one block away from it. Get your ass up here so we can have some fried chicken, drink from the newest blue bottle outpost (also in Williamsburg) and down a few bottles of booze.

1) Believe it or not, this was the least phallic photograph I took of the chicken biscuit.

2) Pies n Thighs has a straightforward menu on its site. Chicken and pulled pork meals come with a piece of house-made bread and one side of your choice. Chicken box gives you breast, wing and thigh. Catfish box gives you two filets, cornbread and slaw.

3) Looks like I’ll beat you to the grave; I almost never drink red wine these days. Working weeknights and being monotonously single will do that you, I suppose.

By: Joon S.

Joon S. — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 06:27:51 +0000

James, you deep-fried bastard: it’s 1:23 am here in DC and I’m f-ing starving. There’s nowhere to get good fried chicken here in Northwest Washington, DC, so I’ll have to wait till the next time I’m in New York to try out this place.

Some observations:

(1) That might be the most phallic chicken biscuit I’ve ever seen. The fillet curving up and through two fluffy biscuits, Louisiana Hot Sauce saturating every bit of it. It turns me on.

(2) Describe the chicken/catfish boxes in more detail, please. Namely, how many pieces of meat, and how many sides?

(3) We’re eating ourselves to the grave, my friend. That’s why I drink so much red wine to, you know, get that French paradox thing going on. And to get drunk.