Young, the poet is seeking a good fried chicken recipe in Atlanta.
"He [Young] is also on the hunt for good fried chicken in Atlanta. “I haven’t found anybody who makes it better than my Auntie, ” he says. Reading about his family’s cooking, you don’t doubt it."

Can we help his hunt? Lets not restrict the hunt to Atlanta but fried chicken, anywhere.
What is the best fried chicken where you live? Share the recipe, if you dare.

“Ode to Pork, ” Young writes:
I know you’re the blues
because loving you
may kill me — but still you
rock me down slow
as hamhocks on the stove.
Anyway you come
fried, cued, burnt
to within one inch
of your life I love. Babe,
I revere your every
nickname — bacon, chitlin,
cracklin, sin.