Kathmandu Hides a "Fried Chicken Godsend" 🍗

During my latte art classes in Kathmandu, I passed that butter-scented alley every day. Until one day, after practicing milk frothing, a more 霸道 (dominant) aroma hooked me—fried chicken’s crispy scent mixed with an indistinct spice, drifting from the little shop at the alley’s end with a "Chicken Fry" wooden sign. I’d assumed it was another KFC imitator, but the first bite made me silently apologize: "Sorry for underestimating you." 🍗 40 minutes wait, but worth it: This isn’t "fast food" The owner smiled and said "20 minutes" when ordering, but we waited nearly 40—turns out, their chicken is marinated and fried fresh, with the batter rubbed "30 seconds clockwise" as a rule, and the oil is new every day. No wonder the fried chicken glows with a clean golden hue. The just-cooked chicken came in a paper bag, too hot to hold in one hand. Tearing it open, steam carrying meaty aroma hit my face: the crust crunched "crack," shedding crumbs when bitten, yet thin as a flaky pastry—no dryness at all. The meat inside was juicy enough to drip, fibers soaked in marinade fragrance—not KFC’s plain saltiness, but a mix of garlic, black pepper, and a hint of local chili powder, gently spicy yet more fragrant with every chew. We ordered half a chicken, and it filled a whole plate. A thin layer of fat between skin and meat, fried translucent, crunched like cartilage. My latte art teacher said, "Their chickens are free-range local ones, meat tighter"—no wonder it tastes "meatier" than frozen chicken, even the breast meat stays tender. Dipped in the owner’s free lime sauce, tangy enough to cut greasiness, we gnawed every bone clean without realizing. 💰 Cheap enough to stock up: Half a chicken for 600 NPR, plus card payment The bill: 600 NPR (≈30 RMB) for half a chicken—half the price of a KFC bucket. The owner even threw in two small bags of fries, crispy as potato chips. Best surprise: "card payment accepted"—a lifesaver in Kathmandu’s small shops, no more digging for loose change. Just four tables, walls covered in customer notes: Chinese "Fried chicken god-tier," Nepali "Want it every day." We sat by the window, watching latte classmates peek in; the owner waved the chicken bag, proud as if showing off "today’s fry is perfect." 📍 Address in the last photo: Latte learners, Thamel wanderers—come (gnaw) it once If you’re taking coffee classes or exploring Thamel in Kathmandu, find it via the last photo’s address. No need to rush—order chicken, wait slowly, watch the owner knead batter and flip the pan. The aroma alone is a joy. Leaving, the owner said "Come early tomorrow for fresh-marinated wings." Patting my full stomach, I thought: Tomorrow’s latte practice ends 30 minutes early—after all, this fresh-fried goodness is worth an extra 10-minute walk. #Nepal #Kathmandu