When I first moved to the area, I was happy to see there was a KFC in town. I don’t always get food cravings, but when one hits, the one thing I normally crave is fried chicken. For the longest time, the Colonel’s place was my fix. But then I discovered Poole’s Deli in Hinesville. Poole’s was right down the street from the office. The fried chicken was perfectly cooked, they offered much better menu sides and definitely a much better price. I was in fried chicken nirvana, and I could justify my craving weakness by walking there and back. Then the rug was yanked from right under my feet. In October 2012, after 21 years in business, Poole’s Deli closed. I panicked. Truth be told I cried a little. OK, a lot. The Colonel’s place no longer filled the void. It suddenly lacked the flavor I had become accustomed to. The taste, the crunch of the lightly battered skin. The juiciness of the meat. The real going-to-have-to-lick-my-fingers-because-this-is-too-good-to-waste deal. What wer...
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