by Steven Doyle
A visit to the very new Prohibition Chicken in Lewisville brought some smiles this past week. This new restaurant serves up a deliciously conceived yard bird in a host of fashions including a nicely roasted version that has been pecan smoked to an inviting dark patina, another that is smoked then fried, yet another simply fried, and then one more that is hot chili fried which has been given a jalapeno ranch dusting. All uniquely devised with a double dipped coating that leaves for a large bite packed with flavor.
But Prohibition Chicken is not necessarily about the bird, there is so much more going on in these walls. When I visited there was talk of a speakeasy, which I am always highly suspicious of when I hear that term. We do have a few legitimate versions in the DFW area, but then we have another slew of these speakeasy’s which are merely backroom bars located down a hallway, hardly qualifying as a spakeasy. I was pleased to see Prohibition did their homework and came up with a whimsical entry via an old phone booth ala Please Don’t Tell (PDT) in New York which requires a waltz through a run down hot doggery. What we find inside Prohibition’s speakeasy, once we dialed in the correct number on the antique telephone (this may eliminate some millennials which have never actually dialed a phone), we were able to enter into the Wonka of cocktail lounges.
by Trey Moran
by Steven Doyle
