In my hunt for the best fried chicken in Portland...I found a tiny little treasure called Figgy's Takeout and Catering in Portland's West End.

I got a special behind the scene access to Figgy's where I saw the magic happen. I had never heard of Figgy's and boy - this is Portland's best kept secret. Figgy (an actual person - a childhood nickname) is from Missouri and a fan of food that she knows where it comes from, and how it is raised or grown.

You can poo poo that all you want - but it truly does make a difference. Thanks to Figgy and husband Aaron who let me bug them one morning. They were both so kind and giving. Oh and Figgy is a blue ribbon chicken caller! Yes, she demonstrated (watch the video!)

I had a blast and have found THE best chicken I think I've ever had (sorry Mom).


We just gotta get Figgy a new shirt. Royals? No, no, no, no, no. Red Sox Figgy...Red Sox.