Well, it’s that, but it’s also that on long train and bus trips the blacks would pack chicken in brown paper bags... so I guess the stereotype is that for some people, of a certain generation, they remember a time when it seemed like you never saw an afro withOUT a drumstick in his hand.
At Chicken Comer’s in Phenix City, Alabama, you could get a piece of fried chicken, bone attached, between two slices of white bread, and sit on a tree stump in the front yard of the place and eat it. Nothing better.