now, i do not have a picture of said giant chicken because i actually did not go. i refused to remove my fleece blanket, big fuzzy socks, or ass from my couch. this hinders travel. my mom did go, though, and she brought me take out.
i have been to ron's roost a number of times and i can tell you with some certainty they have everything possible on their menu, which is roughly the same thickness as the bible. they have been awarded best fried chicken in the city and have been in operation since 1960.
my takeout was the chicken fingers and fries with a side of barbecue sauce. the fries were simply not good; i suspect the roost has been using the same fryer grease since 1960. the chicken was high quality, nice and white, with a good flavor to the breading. i dipped one in the barbecue sauce and immediately regretted the decision when it touched my tongue. if you do not believe barbecue sauce can taste like a hickory-smoked mix of sweat and gasoline, go to the roost.
i hope everyone is staying warm.