The intoxicating aroma of this soul food institution’s signature dish hits you before you’re even halfway to the front door. With a featherlight crust that flakes onto the table and into your lap, and flesh as juicy as potlikker, this chicken is as hallowed as the restaurant itself, which opened in 1947. And unlike other operations that treat fried chicken like a scarce commodity (serving it just once a week and running out before 7 p.m.), Busy Bee keeps its fryers running all day, Sunday through Friday. 810 Martin Luther King Jr. Drive, thebusybeecafe.com
This article originally appeared in our November 2015 issue.