Perfect. Fried. Chicken.

PFC. That is what they are, in my humble opinion, doling out at Pies ‘n’ Thighs, my hands down favorite place for fried chicken in New York (though I will confess to the occasional Popeye’s trip too). I rarely veer from the fried chicken box: three pieces (all dark meat, please) of mouthwatering crispy delightfulness with either vinegary collards or potato salad, and a fluffy biscuit trickled with honey. End of summer food at its best. FIORELLA V.