When I worked in the cotton mills, some of hte workers would take order for friday lunches. One of the local churches of an employee. Could get fried chicken sandwich, fried fish, etc. Not being from that side of the tracks, I ordered a fried chicken sandwich. Full fried on the bone leg quarter, lettuce, mater, mayo, hot sauce, and two pieces white bread. I was a mgr. trainee, sitting on a stool next to a machine, picking the meat off the quarter, and they all laughing at me. I said what, how else am I supposed to make my sandwich with a whole piece. They said I didn't order a chicken filet and to eat around the bone dummie...and be careful if I ordered a fish sandwich. lol. Incidently, one of the best all around chicken sammies I ate was learning to eat a fried chicken sandwich. I would see guys bring a loaf of bread, and a bag of fried chicken legs. Slap one on a bread, douse it with hot sauce, and wrap the bread around it. To this day, I do not eat fried chicken or macn cheese without hot sauce. It'll change your life.
Not long after, I discovered a local black muslim soul food joint dive on my way to the mill. Got a fish salad. In their menu, that meant a regular garden salad served with fried catfish nuggets on top and thousand island dressing. Stopped there atleast twice a week for that dang salad thereafter. What a simple treat to the taste buds. They also had that whole fried fish sammie, but I never tested my skill of eating on one side of mouth and spitting bones out on the other.