
Dad Fried Chicken Basket
Double hand-battered. Golden. Legendary.



Same booths. Same recipes. Same impossibly crispy bird. From 1955 to today, Lucky Wishbone hasn't tried to reinvent dinner — it just keeps doing it right.
A roadside diner on 5th Ave in Anchorage starts frying chicken.
Locals line up daily. The wishbone becomes a lucky charm.
Three generations of families call Lucky Wishbone home.
Same recipes. Same booths. Same crispy, golden legend.

Double hand-battered. Cast-iron fried. The same family recipe that's been turning Anchorage chicken-lovers into Lucky Wishbone lifers for seven decades.
Real ice cream. Real chrome. Real loud blenders. Every shake is spun to order at our 1955 counter.




"Best fried chicken in Alaska. Period."
"Those onion rings are unreal. Worth the flight."
"Been coming since I was 6. Still tastes the same."
"Classic Anchorage spot. A piece of Alaska history."
"Salted caramel shake hits different."
"My grandparents took my parents. Now we take our kids."




