Life on Easy Street with Chicken That Actually Shows Up on Time

I’ll admit it—I was skeptical about Easy Street. I mean, chicken that goes from pack to pan in seven minutes? That sounds like something I’d see in a late-night infomercial sandwiched between a questionable ab cruncher and a spray-on hair demo. But curiosity (and my ongoing vendetta against chopping raw poultry) won out, so I tried it. Spoiler: this chicken actually did what it claimed. I know, I was shocked too.

First, the idea is straightforward. They’ve already diced it. They’ve already seasoned it. And for some miracle of food science, it isn’t drowning in that mystery goo you usually find in pre-marinated meats. Just dry-seasoned, ready to hit the pan. If you’ve ever tried to make dinner while a kid is yelling about missing LEGOs and a dog is actively eating your shoe, you’ll appreciate not needing an extra cutting board.

Now, about the flavors.

I started with the Korean BBQ because I’m a sucker for anything promising “Seoul energy.” This one hit the mark—sweet, smoky, with a hint of heat, and it caramelized in the pan as if it had been preparing for its Food Network debut. I ate it with rice, then in lettuce wraps, and finally straight out of the skillet, while pretending I was “taste testing.”

Next up was Street Taco. Typically, taco night at my house involves chopping cilantro until my kitchen looks like a lawnmower mishap. But this had all the garlicky, lime-zesty flavor baked in. Tossed it in tortillas, added a squeeze of lime, and suddenly, my family thought I had culinary skills. I didn’t correct them.

Finally, Rotisserie. The classic. The safe bet. The “everyone at the table will stop complaining” option. Garlic, herbs, lemon—it basically smelled like Sunday dinner without the three-hour wait. I put it in a wrap with lettuce and ranch, which was both lazy and brilliant.

Now, is it perfect? Not entirely. If you’re expecting a Michelin-star chicken experience, maybe calm down. It’s still pre-diced poultry from a package. But compared to its swampy, preservative-soaked competitors, Easy Street is like hitting the jackpot. And I have to give them credit: no antibiotics, no creepy dyes, no need to sacrifice a cutting board to the Salmonella gods.

And here’s the kicker—they donate hundreds of thousands of pounds of chicken to organizations across the country. So while you’re inhaling tacos and congratulating yourself for cooking, someone else is getting fed too. Which almost makes me feel less guilty about that third helping. Almost.

Would I buy it again? Absolutely. Because nothing says “I’ve got my life together” quite like pulling off dinner in under ten minutes without crying into a cutting board.