Miss Polly is a tough old bird. In between visits to the kitchen, she trades snappy repartee with the customers.
Think you're all that? She'll cut you down to size with a wink and her quick wit.
Complain that your meat is overdone or your eggs over-runny, your fried chicken too hot or not hot enough, and she'll be there to tell you what's what.
Yes, sir—she's a tough old bird. Until you look deeper. For then you'll see the real Miss Polly, the aura of down-home wisdom she radiates. Her no-nonsense philosophy is imprinted on her heart: Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease. It's more than an erudite rhyme—it's a whole mindset. A potent summing-up of life's most basic needs.
And Miss Polly dares you to find something strange about a chicken including the ingestion of chicken fat among the essentials of a happy existence. Mention it and you'll get a smart rap across the knuckles with that spoon of hers.
No, better to keep eating. And if you set down that drumstick without gnawing off every last scrap, Miss Polly will have something to say about it.
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She's like an unholy combination of Aunt Bee from Mayberry and Aretha Franklin in "The Blues Brothers." ("Best damned chicken in the state!") Only with a horrible, cannibalistic difference!
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