One of the hottest new restaurants North of 635 is Prohibition Chicken located in downtown Lewisville. This unique restaurant that serves up the most amazing fried chicken in DFW has a private Speak Easy room in the back behind a secret panel in a phone booth. We wrote about this fun restaurant earlier this year, and this is where you will be able to attend a fun beer and whiskey dinner on Wednesday, December 6th. Continue reading
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The end of summer is rapidly drawing near marking the end of Prohibition Chicken’s cocktail class series with a trip down South. The magic of the Prohibition Era is encapsulated by the words of Ernest Hemingway, who drank as well as he wrote. Hemingway’s lasting effect on the Cuban landscape made its way into the cocktails first introduced during the Prohibition Era and adopted across America after the abolition of the Volstead Act in 1933 and rum’s following explosion onto the cocktail scene. Continue reading
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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.
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