Ok, so we're at Alma's birthday dinner Sunday and the topic of the Chicken place on Bellaire came up. I pass this place driving back from fencing class on Friday's and it's always hopping. I mean it's the size of a Taco Bell and there is like a line of cars and tons of people there, in addition to police directing traffic. Is crack cocaine one of their secret herbs and spices? Are they giving the chicken away? What the hell could be so good about the chicken that people will wait in line for about an hour to get it? I didn't see lines that long when the first Krispy Kreme opened. Turns out we weren't the only ones wondering what the hell is up.

From the Chronicle's Ken Hoffman's (the fast-food gourmet of Houston) column:
Perhaps you have the inside scoop on this new chicken restaurant on Bellaire Boulevard. Whatever they're selling must be pretty good, because whenever I drive by there are 40-50 cars in the drive-through and 75-100 people standing in a line at the door.
-- Angela Webster, Houston

It's called Pollo Campero at 5616 Bellaire Blvd. Its specialty is Central American-style fried chicken.
I can't get near the place, either. I live near the chicken shack, and people start lining up at 8 a.m. The place doesn't open until 10 a.m.

Bellaire Boulevard is three lanes in that area. The left and center lanes are for traffic. The right lane -- and I'm not kidding -- is now the drive-through for Pollo Campero. It's unbelievable.

Needless to say, at some point I'm going to have to try that chicken. If I end up a crack chicken whore living in a cardboard box, you'll know to avoid my fate.
Beware the chicken man! It only leads to harder stuff!