Oh Boy, YRE’s Chicken is BACK! And I am delighted that they have improved almost everything about the business. First I will say that the new location is clean and modestly decorated – which is a far cry from what YRE’s used to be. Also, in the past - I remember at YRE’s - the fellow making the chicken would handle chickens, get his hands all greasy and then handle money and take your change and such – definitely a huge sanitation turn off. The old guy also didn’t speak English very well either – not that it is a big problem. All the above mentioned faults present at the old YRE’s are moot because the chicken is so good that it doesn’t matter. YKO has fixed these qualms! At YKO last night, there was a nicely dressed young woman, who spoke perfect English at the front of the restaurant. I could see into the kitchen – which was very clean – there was a chef dressed in full chef costume.
The yucca was interesting. Almost like rice or couscous but it had a bit of a sour taste to it. I would liken the sourness to Injra bread which is a staple in Ethiopian cuisine. Yes, I know the Ivory Coast is on the other side of the continent, but the sour starchy flavour seems to be common thread in some types of African food. On its own, the yucca was interesting but rather bland. YKO doesn’t leave you out on your own since they provide you with some amazing salsa/brucettta and a spice mix (which seemed like a club house mix, but much hotter). Now, I’m not sure if this was for the chicken or the yucca, but since the chicken already has more than enough flavour (and then some), it was only logical to spread the salsa stuff on my yucca. Believe it or not, it was ridiculously tasty, so much so, that I would easily just stop in and pick up the yucca on its own.
The chicken and the side came to 22 dollars flat. They don’t have debit so bring cash (I knew this from the old YRE’s). Also, I paid with a 20 and a 5 and they didn’t have change. They didn’t tell me that, but I could see the poor girls running around in the back looking for some. They asked the chef and they were digging in their purses until I finally I saw a girl bolt out of the restaurant and return a minute later. None of this bothered me. It is new place and – as my foodie colleagues below have already said – they are still working out the kinks.