A rotating exhibit of the things I love most about living in San Francisco.

lunching in san francisco, chicken and waffles at Farmerbrown’s Little Skillet (and bratwurst. for reals.)

best fried chicken, chicken and waffles at Little Skillet, SOMA, SF

best fried chicken, chicken and waffles at Little Skillet, SOMA, SF

The best fried chicken I’ve found in San Francisco is at Farmerbrown’s Little Skillet, bar none. The skin is so perfectly seasoned, with lots of black pepper and a nice spice blend as a base. Crisp without being dry, the skin comes of cleanly and easily, releasing a plume of steam as you peel it away. Next you’ll start to pull the meat. It is succulent and juicy. The waffle is thick and dense, Belgian-style with deep pockets for your syrup but frankly, it’s so good you might not even need to use it. . . did I mention the dusting of powdered sugar?

best fried chicken, chicken and waffles at Little Skillet, SOMA, SF

best fried chicken, chicken and waffles at farmerbrown's Little Skillet, SOMA, SF

I’ve also tried another combination on their tempting menu, bratwurst and sauerkraut on a waffle. It works. Trust me.

bratwurst, saurkraut, waffle at Little Skillet, San Francisco

bratwurst, sauerkraut, waffle at Little Skillet, San Francisco

For a chicken and waffle place, Little Skillet makes a mean bratwurst. I dare say it is among the best you can get in the City. The sauerkraut is fresh and light- they didn’t go cheap. The waffle, unsweetened, makes an excellent bread, and serves as the roll for your sandwich. Don’t knock it ’til you tried it!

The verdict, I’ll be going back A LOT.

Seating, not inside. You place your order at a window, in an alley. There are some benches in the alley on which to sit. If it’s not raining, or super cold. It’s still worth it. Go.

Little Skillet (link to website and menu)

360 Ritch St
(at Brannan St)
San Francisco, CA 94107
Neighborhood: SOMA

(415) 777-2777

Hours: Mon-Sat 9 am – 2:30 pm

Interesting factoid: do you know why chicken and waffles were thrown together in the first place? In an era in which jazz musicians were leaving their gigs in the wee hours of the morning (or night, depending on your point of view) it was too late for dinner service and too early for breakfast service so. . . they sort of combined them. The pairing was born!

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