The “Working People Special” was too well named to pass on, and at $3.99 for two pieces of smoked chicken and a side, it was a heck of a value. At least it would have been a good value if the chicken had been edible. The skin had soaked up so much heavy, dirty smoke that its surface was blackened with a finger-staining layer of soot. Even removing the skin couldn’t eliminate the sting of creosote on the tongue so strong it lingered beyond the meals that followed it.