Fried Chicken
Brined hard, fried harder. The dish the whole room is eating.
Gastropub · The Junction
The brewery that made the Junction a destination, with a kitchen that keeps up
Indie Alehouse opened when the Junction was still explaining to people where the Junction was, and it did more than any single room to fix that. The beer is brewed on site, the board turns over faster than most people can keep up with, and none of it is the reason to keep coming back.
The kitchen is. Fried chicken here is brined properly and fried to the point most places lose their nerve at, and the smoked brisket is cooked overnight and sold until it is gone — which happens earlier than you want it to. Beer-cheese and a pretzel is the correct thing to put in front of a table while you argue about what to drink.
Honest notes: it gets loud, and it gets loud early. The draught list moving quickly is a virtue until the thing you came back for has been replaced. Go before seven if you want to hear each other.
Brined hard, fried harder. The dish the whole room is eating.
Cooked overnight, sold until it runs out. It runs out.
Exactly what it sounds like, and correct with anything on the board.
Fried chicken, whatever is freshest on the board, and go early enough to get brisket.