This was a somewhat historic day. We lunched at “Pioneer Chicken,” an establishment I thought went the way of all cholesterol-raising greasy spoons. But lo! There it was on Sunset Boulevard, in all it’s tacky 1970’s decor and glory.
Pioneer Chicken was a mecca for me and Julianna, my best friend growing up– for all intents and purposes, my sister. As little girls, we begged our moms to let us ride our bikes down to the corner of Saticoy and Louise to pool our quarters together for some french fries (probably where my obsession started!) and chicken strips. We marvel now that our moms let us go at all knowing now the fretting that motherhood brings!
I don’t make it a point to frequent “B” grade restaurants, but this was an exception. I’ll never forget the devastation we felt the day that they closed our neighborhood franchise down. It was even worse when they eventually demolished it and turned the space into a parking lot. When I spotted this one just down the street from Maddie’s hospital I couldn’t believe it could be true! I called Julianna right away.
It was exactly as we remembered it: same twisty brown chairs, same pictures on the menu with the dude in the wagon, same BBQ sauce… We might as well have entered a time warp!
We passed the joy of the fatteningly delightful breaded chicken and crispy golden fries on to our children. The legacy lives on… except we’d never let our kids ride their bikes here in this neighborhood!