The Chicken Sandwich From The Fly Is The Perfect Thing for Not Sharing With Anyone
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I grew up the oldest of three sisters. Sharing became a thing I had to do, not something I ever wanted to do. I’ve learned to live with it, and sometimes, maybe even enjoy it. At The Fly in Brooklyn, for instance, there are a bunch of things that are great to split: the perfectly seasoned rotisserie chicken, bottles of natural wine, the large U-shaped bar that takes up nearly the whole room. There is, however, one thing that is best enjoyed on your own. It’s the chicken sandwich, and (surprise, surprise) it’s my favorite thing on the menu.
The whole thing is just small enough that you can hold it one-handed (that’s one of my hands, not yours), which is important because I always have a chilled glass of wine in the other.
The meat is pulled from last night’s rotisserie chicken—a combo of white and dark, plus the crispy, salty skin—and topped with a bright and crunchy onion-radish-celery slaw, with a swipe of aioli spread across both ends of the Shewolf Bakery potato roll. It’s compact, juicy, and satisfying. Left to my own devices, I’ll eat the whole thing in three bites. Don’t worry, though, I’m happy to share my fries.
