Oh Brother's, Where Art Thou?

For me and my hubby, Sundays are for three things: God (at least a few times a year), football, and fried chicken - not necessarily in that order. When I get my pick, the fried chicken is from Brother's, the famous East Dallas destination for spicy, crunchy and utterly delicious chicken.

Earlier this week, I was absolutely gobsmacked to hear that after nine years of churning out the crispy goods, Brother's had closed its doors. I rarely get upset at the closing of a restaurant, but to me, this was a biggie. It was just such a neighborhood institution - the kind of place that you tell your friends about, who then thank you profusely every time you see each other.

According to Unfair Park, there is a chance (although quite slim) that Brother's will reopen. There's also a slightly more likely possibility that the owners will open another type of concept, probably a bar, that will serve the famous chicken. Let's all keep our fingers crossed that it happens, because I think it's possible that the only thing that could make Brother's chicken any better would be to serve it alongside a cold beer.

I guess this Sunday it will be Williams Chicken at our house. Sigh. Williams is good eatin', but even though I'll enjoy it, I'll be pining for another.