Everyone likes to find a hidden gem, a hole in a wall that lies in secret waiting for the fried chosen ones. Chick-in is exactly that, a submissive location that confused our dining companion and I completely understand why. Located in an alleyway with an unassuming sign, if you’re willing to take a chance, Chick-in may just reward you for your bravery.
We were here for the chicken, but what is Korean fried chicken without your sides? Your typical Kimchi pancake, tangy and slightly soggy. I’d say steer clear and go for the Kimchi fries which seemed popular with the locals.
On a warm, humid and disgusting afternoon a cold soba salad was a welcoming addition to to our early meal. The Soba was nice and chewy, just the way I like it. The tangy and zesty dressing made it feel like Spring was back just for one day. The dumplings were deep fried and complemented the salad nicely.
The protagonist has arrived! The Gang Jung reminded me of Sam Sam due the incorporated wedges tossed in their sweet and sticky sauce. If you’re feeling overly sick from the sweetness there was pickled radish and coleslaw to balance it out. Unfortunately, Chick-In falls under the group of fried chicken eateries when their flavoured sauces are just either too sweet or overly saucy. This particular mix being too sweet for me. Chick-In does know how to fry their chicken though. It may look dry but every bite was teeming in juice!
If given the chance, I would like to come back and try the other dishes on the menu. There were a few interesting ones that I couldn’t try. Talk soon, Chick-In.
3 moustaches out of 5!