Bojangles

Leg, Thigh, Fry

Imagine poetry so good you can’t read it because it’s too busy sizzling in hot oil. That’s the Leg, Thigh, Fry combo. It’s a love poem of Southern flavor, with chicken seasoned so boldly it should come with footnotes.

CD: Ellen Page

AD: Page Halter

The Crew

Dig in

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Dig in 〰️

THIS IS WHAT I WISH WE COULD HAVE DONE

This is all spec created by yours truly.

OOH

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OOH 〰️

Stunt

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Stunt 〰️

To Fry or Not to Fry? Bojangles Answers with Theater

Leg, Thigh, Fry has a cadence to it. A rhythm so right to say, it almost feels Shakespearean. So what if Bojangles turned it into a play: a greasy tragedy where every act is seasoned with drama.

“O crispy leg! Art thou so tender still?
Or hath thou cooled ‘fore I could get my fill?”