The Popeye’s at Hayes & Divis is kinda one of my favorite things. Not because I eat fast food fried chicken (I don’t; I ain’t judging ya, it just grosses me out) but because it reminds me of the older Divis; Brother In Law’s (RIP) and the Justice League and the liquor store at Oak that would sell to you at any age. I like to think of it as the opposite of NOPA. I love that it sits there, proudly and humbly at the same time, with its regular clientele and the distinctive aroma without which the neighborhood would be nearly unidentifiable. I love it because every time I hear some entitled skinnywhiteyogabitch who just bought a $950K condo in a demoralized Victorian with all the original features stripped out and a granite countertop put in call it an “eyesore” or “gross” or some more veiled euphemism for Place Where Black People Still Go Impeding Full Gentrification Of This Neighborhood I Just Discovered, I want to hug it. And everyone waiting in this line for $0.99 2pc Tuesday.

The Popeye’s at Hayes & Divis is kinda one of my favorite things. Not because I eat fast food fried chicken (I don’t; I ain’t judging ya, it just grosses me out) but because it reminds me of the older Divis; Brother In Law’s (RIP) and the Justice League and the liquor store at Oak that would sell to you at any age. I like to think of it as the opposite of NOPA. I love that it sits there, proudly and humbly at the same time, with its regular clientele and the distinctive aroma without which the neighborhood would be nearly unidentifiable. I love it because every time I hear some entitled skinnywhiteyogabitch who just bought a $950K condo in a demoralized Victorian with all the original features stripped out and a granite countertop put in call it an “eyesore” or “gross” or some more veiled euphemism for Place Where Black People Still Go Impeding Full Gentrification Of This Neighborhood I Just Discovered, I want to hug it. And everyone waiting in this line for $0.99 2pc Tuesday.