Chicken is my favorite meat. When I was born there was an ominous thunderclap, and a series of dark clouds could be seen over poultry farms throughout the Midwest. I picked Johnny’s for this leg of the pit crawl because their chicken was supposed to be the best in the region. Before I get to the chicken, I should mention that a trip to Johnny’s is worth it just to see the way the place is decorated. Hundreds and hundreds of barbecue sauce bottles adorn shelves on the walls when you first walk in. My personal favorite was Fartless Barbecue Sauce, though I’m pretty sure that’s flagrant false advertising on the company’s part. The guys and I spent several minutes looking at all of the bottles for names, places of origin and sauce ingredients. In addition to the bottle collection there are numerous pictures of “classic” outhouses in and around the bathroom.