I’m likely just a little bit stinky for The Wife. After my mediation today in Century City, I stopped off with my client at Zankou Chicken, the best damn roasted chicken in Los Angeles or anywhere else I’ve ever been for that matter. What does it is not just that they know how to roast their birds to keep them plump and juicy and full of flavor. No, it’s the sauce, that heavenly, powerful, white garlic sauce. I can still taste it now, hours later.
How is half a roasted chicken, with pitas and hummus, consistent with a low-cal, low-fat diet? Well, it isn’t. But I can make up for it if I just have some weeds for dinner tonight. But oh. That sauce.
