Let me tell you something about Drasko’s Hot Chicken: this place is the real deal. It’s the kind of spot that makes you stop mid-bite, look around, and wonder how the hell Perth got this lucky. Nashville-style fried chicken, done right, with all the soul and swagger it deserves.
The chicken? Oh, man. It’s got that crackling crunch that shatters like glass, revealing meat so juicy it’s practically obscene. The spice blend? It’s not just heat—it’s a symphony. It creeps up on you, lingers, and makes you reach for another piece before you’ve even swallowed the first. And the sides? House-made, bold, and unapologetically delicious. This isn’t just food; it’s a full-on experience.
Here’s the kicker: Drasko, the man behind the magic, is a Perth kid who cut his teeth at Noma in Copenhagen. Yeah, *that* Noma. You can taste the Michelin-starred precision in every bite, but there’s also something deeply personal here. This isn’t just a chef showing off—it’s a guy who fell in love with hot chicken and decided to bring it home, perfect it, and share it with the rest of us.
And for my gluten-free friends? You’re covered. No half-measures here. This is fried chicken that doesn’t just accommodate—it celebrates.
Drasko’s Hot Chicken isn’t just a meal; it’s a story. It’s passion, obsession, and a little bit of madness, all wrapped up in a crispy, spicy, glorious package. If you’re not already lining up, you’re doing it wrong.
See you there.