An open letter to Winger's (Or: If it ain't broke, keep screwing around until it is)

I love chicken and waffles.  As in together, as a combination.  I have ever since my grandparents took me to Disneyland one year as a very young child and we stopped at Roscoe's.  Of course it wasn't a dish that I really had access to in Boise, at least not until fairly recently.  These days it seems like you can get it almost anywhere, from IHOP to Fork, from Shanaz to Solid...and, as I'm sure you've figured out by now, Winger's, which is my favored place for a C&W fix.  Or at least it used to be.