Huckleberrys

Savor Crispy Delights and Diverse Menu

Approaching Huckleberry Chingford with the tongue-in-cheek optimism of a chicken connoisseur, I couldn’t ignore the swirl of varied tales hanging over its threshold—not unlike the aroma of hot wings that drifts into the car park. Stepping inside, what greets is an appealingly bright and renovated interior—a refreshing change from the past, although some have noted it doesn’t mask the troubles brought in by new management. My initial interactions with the staff were pleasant enough; namely, the lady with notably friendly service making sure each order comes with a sincere smile, almost serving as the counterpoint to some complaints about conversational chaos or brusque interactions.

The menu itself screams variety, featuring spicy wraps and chicken strips that indeed, carry a flavorful punch and a decent moistness, despite feedback on excessive seasoning. The secret sauce wrap, in particular, tasted pleasantly of promise. But it seems inconsistency holds this kitchen hostage, as reports of undercooked burgers, soggy chips, and coatings that despairingly abandoned their poultry hosts echo among many diners. While the price tag might provoke a raised brow or two, it couples with dependability to form my foremost critique—and perhaps outlines a need for stability rather than sparkle in a place once graced with local reverence. Dining here became less about the epiphanies at the plate and more about navigating meat-cold synchronicity, eliciting hope for a day when nostalgia flavors every bite again. — Audrey Al Dente