They mean it when they say hot chicken, I got the mild and it had a kick to it, not too spicy, but I don't know if I will go all the way for the hot. But once you break through that wall of heat, you get some of the most tender juicy fried chicken in what is becoming my favorite cart pod in town.

As my wife is fond of saying; I have sang many a song about Cackalacks fine Chicken. And I dont want to sound like a broken record, or a fanboy. Certainly there have, on a couple of occasions, been some minor faults to be found in an item or two I have got from their cart. And I was sure to bring these minor miscues to their attention. So, believe me when I say that Im not wearing blinders when I write reviews about their food. This brings us to the Blue Ribbon Bird. Actually this was the sandwich that started it all for me here. I remember picking this thing up and thinking "Good God! What am I going to DO with this thing?" Well, I'll tell you what I did with it. I ravaged it, I plundered it. I stuffed my face full of it until I couldnt stand any longer. Then I put the other half away for later. That brings us to present day. Sadly, for reasons completely unexplainable (other than mankinds occasional foray into complete stupidity) the Blue Ribbon Bird didnt go over very well and was struck from the menu. It occasionally pops back up on the Special board when Im not around and more of my hair falls out. Yesterday, we dropped by to eat and Jeff says to me, "You want a Blue Ribbon? I have the stuff to make you one" Did I want a Blue Ribbon Bird?! Would you ask me if I wanted red headed nymphs pulling on each others pig tails in a swimming pool? I dont know, what do you think? I sip on my sweet tea in the shade and wait. He wraps it up and writes 'Drexler' on it so there are no mistakes. (newspaper headline: "Man Bites Wife's Hand Off In Fried Chicken Fiasco!!") I get it home, I open it up, I split it in half. I take a bite. How was it? Take a look at the picture you fool, you jackal!! How do you think it tasted?! Can you not see that Swiss Cheese spilling over the side like foam from a Beer? Can you not see the folds of Ham daring you to try and pry them from their home? And the Chicken itself? It waits. And then, when youre lost in this maze of delicious mayhem, it bites. It bites HARD. Just like daddy likes it. If they took the Bacon off the Jalapy and instead smeared it with a layer of Mashed Potatoes then the Jalapy would be my favorite. Until then its the Blue Ribbon Bird all the way to the golden gates.