Me too. Although for a first visit to a new place I prefer something milder. Not so much tandoori, but any of the less-hot saucy meals.
Not that I fear they’ll make it too hot to enjoy, but rather that anyone can make hot. I’d like to see how they do their flavors first. If that’s skillful I’ll be back for scorching next time. If not, I won’t be back at all.
Oh, no, not that again. Almost as bad as all those Castle Anthrax women wanting spankings. 
Lee’s was the best. Still is, if you live where they are. Which I now don’t 
They’re pretty much just KY, IN, & OH w a smattering in other nearby states. Greater St. Louis had several, but that was their westernmost outpost.
What I especially liked was they had non-breaded roasted chix parts that was also spiced and tasty and juicy, not dried out and tasteless. Their breaded deep fried was yummy too, but became dietarily outré once I became diabetic. Lemme tell ya’: fried chicken withdrawal is pretty painful.
Never heard of Mrs. Winner’s. Mrs. Winner’s | Locations says they’re in GA & NC with one each in AL & TN. So not much overlap in coverage area w Lee’s, but they are in neighboring regions.
A) they have not changed. B) you’re not missing much. C) their happy hour (or lunch) prices are neither bargain nor rip-off. Their normal prices are a rip.
It was interesting to compare the Fri night clientele of the two places not 1/2 mile apart. What was most obvious was that the average patron at Hooters was 75 lbs heavier than the average patron at the wine & frou frou food joint. Diet matters.
That does look awesome. This is our local equivalent: HOME | franschickenhaven. The food is great, if dietarily disastrous, and the same old folks been cookin’ there for years and genuinely care ‘bout what they’re doin’. The interior is as modest as the exterior, and equally 1960s-ish. Not retro kitsch; just still original equipment. With a thin patina of airborne chix grease. As you say, … ambiance.
Sounds like maybe you’re gaining a little on those symptoms. Yaay if so. I seem to be developing some lactose intolerance even as I’m adding ever more cream to my coffee. Which sorta amounts to self-inflicted IBS every morning. Un-fun and farts are strongly contraindicated as the medics say. But I do know I’m not all impacted up there like the woo sites tell us to be scared of. So there’s that. 
As to me …
Succeeded in getting into bed early then promptly to sleep. Yaay! Awoke barely 7 hours later at 0415. Bing! Ready to go. Sigh. Which portends an afternoon nap.
Been up balconatin’ & caffinatin’ & blatheratin’ ever since. Still not sunrise yet, but getting close. The omens foretell another warm tropical day.
My legs & hips inform me I walked a lot yesterday. Not sore, just that well-used feeling. Stand up carefully.
Speaking of body problems, late tonight will be the 2 week anniversary (weekaversary?) of the Chaise Lounge Incident. My shoulder is still tender & some angles and motions are just into the painful range. Looks like, as with the last injury to it, this’ll be a nagging annoyance for a couple months at least. Sigh.
Solidified plans for basic sports bar dinner followed by a low-rent rendezvous w GF for Sun night / Mon morning. Yaay!
No plans whatever for today = Sat. Got more RDOSin’ to do, and that’s about it.
The outdoor geezer disco has a Fleetwood Mac band that I’ve heard there before. Good, not great. Might do that. Other options are an Allman Brothers tribute and a Jackson’s tribute. Or a couple of local acts that aren’t tributes. Decisions decisions.
Whelp, sun’s up, I’m driven inside, and may as well put this on the wire.
Cheers!!
I’ll pick some up at Trader Joe’s or the supermarket. In the meantime, I’ll have to use Mi Esposa’s reduced-fat milk.