Pijiu Belly

Birds of a feather pouch together... Translated to "Beer" Belly, how fitting for my well upholstered muffin top. Cheekan and beer is synonymous with pouch and pannus... Ok, maybe pannus doesn't sound that appetizing. But the pouch sure do like the rotisserie fried cheekan... It reminds me of a place that had some of the best fried alley yardbird I have ever had at a joint way the fuck upstate GA but like all things upstate they closed prematurely.
Pairing up crispy ghetto pigeon with some tasty suds and it's an automatic hit, right? Wait, let's not get ahead of ourselves here... We need to dissect this fowl in all it's glory before we jump to any conclusions here. Will it be worthy enough to slumber inside the pouch or will it be a fowl ball... Who the fuck knows until this fat turkey neck checks it out. Let's go, y'all!

Half Rotisserie Chicken, mu (pickled radish), gingered collard greens, and an extra side of German tater salad. First off, the bland German tater salad was basically half the cost of the half cheekan platter, how fucking ridiculous is that and the portion is literally 3 bites. The collards were ok, needed more cooking time to break down further, the mu needed more sugar and time to pickle, the brown sauce was crap. Ok, what about the cheekan wah wah waaah.. The half portion was decent for $10 with 2 sides and the shit sauce. The problem with the half portion is that it's a toss up on whether you will get one that was just recently flashed fried and cut in half to order or one that has been sitting around. With my luck I get the one that has been sitting around. How do I know this? Let me explain... While the skin was nice and thin, it didn't have that crackling goodness. The chicken itself was dry inside as evident by cutting it into sections. The rub on the skin was decent but when it has been sitting around it might as well been in a dirt nap. I should have just gotten the whole bird and have it flash fried right then. But I don't need to tell them how to do their jobs. Shit shoulda been done right the first time. Now, I know what not to do on the next visit... So, just get the whole damn chippy if I were yous.

Poutine, stewed pork gravy, cheese curds. For shits and giggles, I had to see what this fuss was all about. I love a spot on poutine but this looked like a bloody mess when they plopped this in front of me. I was saying to myself... Pooptine. That ain't no pork gravy... It's more like a aborted baby gravy. The baby shreds, err, pork, was so sweet kinda like the shitty prepared pulled pork BBQ you get in a container at Publix. The curds were more like 1st stage mozzarella, it was not the real curds that I was looking for in my poutine. The fries were decently fried judging by the ones there were not smothered by the baby gravy. If they tweak this a few times it could be a hit.

Besides the first impressions on the grub, I think this place could make it if they really work on the menu and keep it fresh and consistent. It's cheekan and beer, not rocket science, do the chicken really well, like really fucking good, then the people will come... Well, I would come. The space is nice, nothing real fancy but it's clean and it has more space than it looks from the outside. The beer selection is decent, it's not very extensive but it will cover most of the pedestrians' tastes. The cocktails, well, that's another story. If they ran the $4 any draft special for another 3 months, they could really build a core audience for guaranteed revisits.. Well, I'm just saying that because I dig the $4 special, if y'all keep saying it to them maybe they will do it. C'mon, suckaz, do it for the pouch... Who am I kidding? I have one reader... I'll just go home and cry myself to sleep again and dream about Popeyes. As if y'all didn't know that already.

678 10th Street NW,
Atlanta, GA 30318
404-343-6828