We were in Pomona looking at houses when our real estate agent turned us onto a fried chicken joint owned by Chinese people. I was baffled. I expected some sort of Sam Woo-esque establishment with chickens hanging from hooks, deep fried, crispy skins glistening under heat lamps. But no. I was dead wrong.
We arrived at DONAHOO’S and I laughed. Totally unexpected joint. REAL FRIED CHICKEN.
They had to have bought this place after someone established it, right?
Filet chicken (chicken breast strips), fries and a buttbun – huge freshly made bun with some sort of buttery concoction in the middle. Eating half was enough to put me into a food coma.