You'll find pepper and juices under long-cut slaw, orange-gold from hot sauce. The heat is just enough to whisk away a year's worth of anxiety. The tenders crack and break under pressure, releasing juices and flavor right into the store-bought bun. The chicken is crackly enough, loaded with enough pepper, that you won't need a bunch of high fructose condiments. Pack a book; you might need to wait a few minutes. Or do a load of clothes: It's a family-run joint next door to a coin laundry.