fried chicken

The southern-concept Fatbird is located next door to the lavish Morris Performing Arts Center.

Honky-tonk done right: no bull.

Très chick: We are Hoosiers, after all. Fried chicken is our thing. So of course fighting about it can get as messy as eating it.

Fried chicken, take two.

What do we want right after Thanksgiving? Apparently, fried chicken.

Spicy fried chicken takes up where Grandma’s Sunday-supper version left off. These three versions blaze new trails with mouth-searing cayenne, chili oil, and other forms of firepower.

Jonathan Brooks lavishes the bed-head crowd with creative takes on the morning meal at Milktooth.

During Sunday brunch, gospel music hums in the background as dolled-up church ladies flock to the buffet for cream cheese–stuffed French toast and another piece of fried chicken.

The essential order is a heaping plate of fried chicken, piping hot and crunchy atop a mound of mashed potatoes doused in mushroom-studded gravy.

On any weeknight, you might see a family huddling over plates of braised beef cheeks, a mom feeding hummus to her toddler, or a child munching happily on the remnants of her father’s duck wings.

The servers at Kountry Kitchen are strikingly sweet, delivering canned Cokes alongside jelly-jar glasses and hauling out trays loaded with two-meat, two-sides combo meals.

The Local’s Craig Baker deconstructs the Sunday-dinner staple into a cooking-school final exam dish reminiscent of chicken cordon bleu or rolled meats from Eastern Europe.

Scott Wise, Lindy Brown, Valerie Vanderpool, Carrie Abbott, and more weigh in on their preferences and favorites.