The fried chicken at Willie Mae’s Scotch House in New Orleans was, to be honest, the stop on the trip I was anticipating most. It did not disappoint. I have a tendency to overuse the sentence construction “the best <noun> I’ve ever <verbed>”, which is unfortunate, as it means you may not believe me when I say that this was the best fried chicken I have ever eaten. Your loss, I suppose — this shit was melt-in-your-mouth amazing.