Michy's Fried Chicken Night.

There's a trend I'm noticing.

Restaurants I eat at lately... suck.

I ate at the Cardozo on Sunday night... Don't. Get. Me. Started.

I'll blog about it at Eat It, Miami. Colin gave me permission to guest host. I also want to state for the record that I kicked his ass at "Find The Differences In the Naked Pictures of Chicks Game" at B&BJ last Friday...

but I digress.

Tonight, Liza, Noah, and I went for $33 Fried Chicken at Michy's. Wait till Joe's re-opens on October 15.

Michy's deal is: it's Watermelon-Feta Salad, and unlimited Fried Chicken, Coleslaw, Gravy and Biscuits. And then for dessert you get a Red Velvet Cupcake.

What I'm going to write pains me: It wasn't great. And it wasn't unlimited.

Let's start with the boring good parts: The Watermelon Feta Salad was tasty, the copious fried on the chicken was magical, as were the biscuits. The waiter was finger-lickin' hot. Short and scruffy... rrrrow!

Now the bad:

Unlimited sides, my Grandma Fanny. You get a petite side of coleslaw, a ramekin of chicken gravy, and two biscuits. That's. It. Ask for more, and they go all Mr. Bumble on your Oliver Twist. (I don't know that actually... I was too scared to ask for more, as detailed below...)

When they're feeling guilty for serving you raw chicken, they may toss a couple more biscuits on the next round of chicken.

No refills of gravy. No refills of coleslaw.

The chicken initially comes on two heaping platters. It's a lot of food...when you don't send it back.

(You get one refill of chicken, thereafter, it seems).

The first round of chicken had these fantastic boneless breast pieces! Yay!

They were raw inside. Boo.

The waiter tried to tell us it was because it was "free-range chicken."

I stuck my finger on the raw part and proclaimed, "It's a cold center."

I guess the new direction chicken is going in, is to serve it blood rare.

After we finally convinced the waiter that no chicken is supposed to be reddish-pink and translucent inside, when cooked, he took the chicken away.

Back went the original round of chicken (back in the fryer...and be returned to our table... yes... the same pieces.)

And it came out cooked!

And then we ate it. And it was good. But it was less chicken than we returned.

And then we ordered more chicken.

Which also came out rare.

At which point, we gave up and ate the crust off of the raw pieces, and called it a day.

Also, the Waiter had basically disappeared at this point.

He lost interest. We didn't want another bottle of wine. We didn't want coffee, and we kept pointing out to him that the food was raw.

Whooooooomp-Whooooooomp!

Bill for three people after tip and tax? $206

Ouch.