If you lived in Louisiana in the mid-70s, you'll remember Dr. John singing the jingle, "Love dat chicken from Popeye's!" It is without a doubt that, if you know the jingle, you also know about the man who overcame poverty by franchising his chain of fried chicken restaurants.
That man was Al Copeland, and to think of him made you think of spicy chicken, Christmas lights, power boats, Anne Rice, divorces, and big hair all at once.
Al died Sunday in Germany. He was there undergoing treatment for a very rare form of cancer.
Popeye's chicken is yet another thing I miss about Louisiana. I've seen only one Popeye's in San Diego. Hubby and I ate there once and it was completely awful. The chicken was greasy and the batter was soft, rather than crunchy. Oh well.
If you're in Louisiana, go have some Popeye's fried chicken and biscuits in honor of a very unique and extreme character who was a significant part of the fabric of New Orleans and surrounding areas.