Lee’s Fried Chicken & Donuts Do I have your attention?! Yes you read right…Fried chicken and glazed donuts.  They go together like peanut butter and jelly, milk and cookies, shrimp and grits, chicken and waffles, kettle-cooked potato chips & pretzels, French fries & ketchup, sweet cornbread and  milk, even bacon and chocolate-covered potato chips (my personal favorite, don’t y’all DARE judge LoL).  I can’t believe I just named all those damn random combos.  I’m not pregnant y’all, trust.

Anyways, took a trip to H-Town, Houston, TX for the slow people in the room, to see my best friend and to allow King Bey a.k.a. Beyoncé, to snatch my soul ever so gently from my body, then give me back my precious life, at The Formation Tour. In the mean time, in between time, I had to get my fat girl on and feed my face at yet another delicious restaurant that this city had to offer.


We headed over to The Heights, really nice area, pulled up to Lee’s Fried Chicken & Donuts.  Luckily, for a Saturday, it wasn’t crowded at all.  The place is really cute.  Gives you that dive-y, diner feel, old school, booths and walk-up counters.  I can’t lie, walking up to the register, looking at the menu, I was a little intimidated, because I didn’t know where to start.  Everything looked so good.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the donuts in the case and fresh, hot, fried chicken coming out of the fryer behind the cashier!  After being lost for a quick 30 seconds or so, I was found.  I saw what I wanted that was going to change my taste buds forever – Double Donut Fried Chicken Sandwich. Wait, WHET?!  I couldn’t just stop there though, so I got a side of the Southern Potato Salad and a side of the Bacon, Onion & Jalapeno Marmalade for my sandwich.  My best friend got Lee’s Fried Chicken Sandwich with a side of the creamed corn.  Different things ordered for tasting purposes, a variety at the table.  Smart girls, we know.


the calm before the storm…

Let me just say, everything came out quick, hot, piping hot, fresh and they do not skimp on the portions.  What you see above, it may not look like a lot, but once that wrapper was removed and tops were taken off, oh BOY!



IMG_9105Your eyes are not playing tricks on you, you are seeing right.  That is two, golden-fried, juicy, all white meat, chicken tenders, sandwiched between two, whole glazed donuts.  I seriously took a good 30 seconds to a minute to just sit back and realize what was sitting in front of me.  When I picked it up to take a bite, I didn’t even know where to bite, it was so pretty.  That moment passed though, real quick, fast.  I was done and over with.  Pure sweet and savory bliss, my eyes literally closed from such pleasantry and happiness.  Chicken and donut euphoria.  It got worse though, I took greed and gluttony to a whole other level.

See…the sandwich came with a sauce.  The first sauce listed on the menu, clearly because it’s the most popular – Bacon, Onion & Jalapeno Marmalade.  Damn, Damn, DAMN!

IMG_9104I’m pretty sure that the recipe for this delectable dressing, is top secret.  It’s pure gold.  I don’t think it would taste bad on anything.  You’ve got bacon, BACON, jalapeno, onion and I bet brown sugar plays a huge part.  What wouldn’t taste good topped off with this?! Tell me!  I’ll wait.  So, to add more insult to this enticing injury, I did it, I added the marmalade to the sandwich.  LAWD have mercy.

IMG_9101There was nothing left on my tray.  Nothing. Maybe a corner of the potato salad, because I was content, not too full, but satisfied.  But the sandwich?! Oh it didn’t stand a chance.  How does one come up with this stuff?  Something so simple, to change your life in one bite.  If they had one in Dallas, I promise I’d be there every weekend, probably on a Sunday, Sunday Funday.  It’s only right.  I wouldn’t feel as guilty, because I weigh in on Fridays, I’d eat it on Sunday and have ALL week to work it off, only to weigh in on that following Friday, having lost weight, like I never even consumed the colossal calorie concoction.  The fact that I had to explain that theory, is so sad. Go to Lee’s in Houston, you’ll understand better.