Golden fried wings drenched in burnt-orange-glazed mild sauce over a bed of fries and bread from this local chain is a staple of Black Chicago. But Harold’s Chicken is bigger than just food. It captures the essence of the South Side. The sweet and tangy aroma, the sound of grease doing a round of applause, the wandering-in entrepreneur selling everything from socks to DVDs, the fake red brick wall, the bulletproof window that may be there more to protect you from the surly staff — these are the ingredients that strike your favorite memories, taking you back to high school or late nights around the city looking to soak up your liquor sins. To me, Harold’s is the upper echelon of hood delights.