Gus’s World Famous Fried Chicken

Two known facts:  A)Boys like to eat, and B)Fried chicken makes boys very happy.

During the five years we lived in Austin, we maintained a running list of restaurants to try, but until our son Keagon came home from college begging and pleading for fried chicken, Gus’s hadn’t been on it.

I mean, yes, we love fried chicken, but I just usually think of getting a bucket for a picnic.  Or frying up a bunch in my mom’s electric skillet for a Farmer Family Function.  Those occasions have typically happened on Sunday after church.

This was a weeknight. Ain’t no way I was gonna fry chicken on a weeknight.

I take that back. I would bake, broil or fry anything my son wanted to eat, actually. Bless his precious little heart, I truly would. But … I would be ever so grateful if the Lord would let that cup (of cooking oil) pass from me. Until the weekend at least.

College Kids Love It

Thankfully, my prayers were answered almost immediately, because Keagon suggested we head on over to Gus’s World Famous Fried Chicken. What a great idea, you smart college kids, you.

There are 17 Gus’s locations in the country, but only one in Texas – so far.  Considering the fact that the one Texas location is right here in Downtown Austin, that must mean it’s really good. (*Update: Since the time of first publication of this post, Gus’s has grown to 28 locations – 3 in Texas.*)

It sure was. Very, very good. 

The menu is a simple, laminated list of starters, plates and desserts. The blue and white table coverings just make you think “picnic.” Which means this: eat with your hands, and no one will care.

We should have shared. These are some mighty big and meaty pieces of yummy world famous fried chicken, my friends.

I’m a sucker for fried okra.  With fried chicken.  And french fries. (Don’t think – just eat.) 

Oh, snap, it’s raining.

Guess we’ll have to wait it out – with a piece of pie.

Maybe if we share it three ways, it won’t be so bad.

Fried chicken, pecan pie, and a walk in the rain.

Maybe we’ll have to do this again – next time the boy comes home starving. 

Encouraging intentional adventure wherever your hungry boy takes you,