Side of the Road Jerk Chicken

First off! The 30+years of experience of dealing with chicken and and jerk sauces makes itself known. Secondarily what great people! I rarely give 5 star reviews but my Unilocal community of friends… This location is worthy of it. To share what kind of people run this I have a little story. I got shitfaced at standard tap was walking home and went… What is that amazing smell in the atmosphere? Like toucan Sam I followed my nose and arrived upon here. I ordered my chicken and was happily eating when disaster struck, I dropped my whole tray of chicken! I pulled the 10 second rule card as I scurried and picked each amazing chicken breast from the ground… As I went to eat it I was stopped and given a fresh batch! This place will be Friday dinner/​late night grub until I move. I highly encourage everyone passing by to get the chicken and try the pineapple and pear sauce because they both are A+mazing!!!

Love this chicken and the man who makes is is a cool dude. Call him on his cell to find out where he’s parked and head there fast!

Wow! Best I’ve had since Steve’s in Brooklyn. Still not sure how to find him besides driving up and down 2^nd street hoping for the small or asking people who look like the live in the neighborhood. 2^nd street near Poplar. Owner and the lady serving are super nice and friendly. Chef Bernard stopped by to give them lemonade. I bought 2. That was good too.

Great chicken, and really nice service. Looks a little odd at first, but really glad I tried it. I love spicy foods, but the sweet sauces are the way to go.

this is the best chicken on planet earth.

This is hands down the best chicken I’ve ever had.
If you’re ever walking down 2^nd Street and see a guy selling chicken, do it. You wouldn’t expect it, but it’s amazing. The chicken falls right off the bone. The sauces are delicious. The guy selling it is interesting and engaging.

Jerk Chicken!
Extremely nice guy.
Smells like fire.

What can I say about Chicken Man? What CAN’T I say about Chicken Man? Ok, I know he has a name, and it’s James. But what matters here is chicken. Deliciously, perfectly charred, fall off the bone, freshly cooked at 2am when you need it most, covered in your choice of about 80,000 insanely good homemade sauces ranging from sweet pear peach to hot habanero. This guy James knows chicken, and that’s why he IS Chicken Man.

Follow your nose — or a hungry drinking buddy — to James and his two smoky, wood-​fired barbecues on the side of the road.
Leg, thigh, fatty crackle of tail — James knows birds won’t be rushed, and he’s not serving you yours until it’s good and ready. On the table awaits a sticky platoon of fruit-​based hot sauces varying in intensity and spice, and a blackened, battered slice of a tree showing the scars of ten thousand cleaver blows.
Creamy flesh, charred skin and splashes of as many sauces as you can stand. It’s street meat heaven.