The team behind Homer opened a pastel-hued casual counter spot on Beacon Hill that serves fried chicken and soft serve. While it’s a combination that works well if you're already in the neighborhood, the other stuff—like decadent soft serve and thick mozzarella sticks—overshadows the chicken. On a good day, you can expect a lovely coating on the chicken that has the kind of thunderous crunch that fills your ears with noise when you take a bite, and a kick of curry flavor in the slightly puffy breading, which ends up tasting like a beautiful cross between a beer-battered fish fry and a pakora. And even though this place is obviously devoted to chicken sandwiches, we'd much prefer the strips. You can dunk them in herb-flecked aioli, and they're easy to eat—unlike Milk Drunk's original sandwich, whose clunky chicken hunks and underripe avocado cause the thing to collapse in seconds. Unless you share jaw genes with a tyrannosaurus rex, post up on the picnic table-lined patio and call it a day with some girthy mozzarella sticks, curly fries, and malted chocolate soft serve.