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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Frechicko - Fre'd it Won't Be Around Too Long
Frechicko Is yet another mediocre Zankou Chicken ripoff, inconveniently located at 3839 Foothill Boulevard in Tujunga, CA. The only thing bleaker than the naked white walls and the visably dirty floor was the noticeable lack of any patrons during a Saturday afternoon lunch hour during their Grand Opening weekend (advertised outside the place with a huge banner that they're probably still trying to pay for). More than once while waiting for the food to arrive (after surviving the comically confusing ordering process) the words "we might die" were muttered.
The adorable Armenian Persian mamma who was running the front of the house, presumably with an equally endearing if not slightly grouchier Armenian Persian papa running the rotisserie in the back, was almost reason enough return, or at the very least hope they succeed with their American dream. Still, The Food Bitch couldn't quite shake the feeling that a dinner guest had some homemade chicken at her house one day, insisted it was just as good as Zankou's, and suggested "Why don't you take over that location on Foothill that has turned over three or more times in as many years! Tofu Village failed, but with this chicken, you could really make a restaurant work!!!" The chicken was dry and bland, served with a beranched pile of equally bland greens in a take out container. . . Standard for dine in orders, and apparently more cost effective than washing a dish, environment be damned. Anyone who has ever eaten at Zankou, a Food Bitch favorite, will know what I mean when I say "garlic paste." Naturally, Frechicko has their own version, yet getting it out of the Armenian Persian mamma was like pulling teeth. She insisted we try her "special sauce" first, and then if that didn't satisfy our garlic sauce craving, she would bring us the "other" sauce, she said with a grimace that suggested a deep seated marital rivalry as to whose homemade sauce was better. Not wanting to offend, and of course anticipating nothing short of greatness out of anything called "special sauce", we tried it. Yeah, it was ranch dressing. The actual garlic spread which she relented and gave us, was great. It tasted completely and lovingly homemade, with just then right amount of starchy potato texture. . .not as lemony as Zankou, but deserving of mention if for no other reason than to help settle the debate. It seemed like something you could actually make at home, unlike Zankou's otherworldly and mysterious flavor explosion of garlicky goodness that only piques further suspicion as to what is actually in it when Zankou employees tell you it's a secret. What's in the sauce, Zankou? People want to know! The only other thing worth mentioning is the horrendous parking "lot" on the East side of the building. Striped for five cars, but really only built for one, it is an accident waiting to happen. Maybe this actually caused the demise of Tofu Village - who knows? Also, the location is just generally dreadful, sandwiched in between auto parts stores and auto service centers. Not very appetizing, but I guess if you're waiting to get your tires rotated, it would do. A piece of unsolicited Food Bitch advice: Cash in the big flat screen TV no one is watching and buy some plates and maybe a Georgia O'Keefe print or two. Good luck with everything, Frechicko. . . I think you're really going to need it. Happy Snacking, The Food Bitch