Aahh. My first job. A place called Chicken Out in Las Vegas. 1979. I was fifteen years old. Three dollars an hour cash. We made broasted chicken and potato wedges. Big wedges like a quarter of a baking potato. The chicken had a wet sticky batter. I forget what it was. We'd put the chicken and the potatoes in the broaster, yes it's a big pressure cooker/deep fryer, together for 8 1/2 minutes. It was pretty good stuff.
It's where I learned of the mysterious "Center Breast." Didn't know chickens had three breasts did you? While both breasts are still intact cut at an angle through the cartilage end. That's the center breast. He'd charge more for them too. I remember cutting up chickens on the ban saw. I can't believe they let me, at 15, anywhere near the ban saw.