Cluck&Ember Order a Bucket
Fried fresh since 1998 — Route 9, Millhaven

11 herbs and spices.
0 regrets.

We batter it, we fry it, we hand you a bucket and step back. What happens next is between you and the chicken.

See the Buckets Feeling Brave?

Cash, card, or a firm handshake. No apps required.

TUESDAY: TWO-PIECE + BISCUIT, $6.25 NEW: SMOKY EMBER GLAZE, ASK YOUR CASHIER CATERING FOR 12+ — CALL THE MILLHAVEN COUNTER TUESDAY: TWO-PIECE + BISCUIT, $6.25 NEW: SMOKY EMBER GLAZE, ASK YOUR CASHIER

Pick Your Bucket

Every combo comes with two sides, a biscuit, and a look of quiet satisfaction.

Most Ordered

The Millhaven Original

Our founding recipe, unchanged since a diner named Route 9 loved it into legend.

$8.49 3 pieces · feeds 1 hungry human
$27.99 12 pieces · feeds 4, or 2 with a grudge
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Ember Glaze Bucket

Sticky-sweet chili glaze brushed on after the fry. Napkins strongly advised.

$9.29 3 pieces · feeds 1
$29.99 12 pieces · feeds 4
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Tender Basket, No Bones About It

Hand-breaded tenders for the deboning-averse. Dips sold separately, arguments free.

$7.75 5 tenders · feeds 1
$24.50 16 tenders · feeds 4
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How Brave Are You, Really

Every bucket can be shaken in our spice cabinet. Pick a level. We won't judge — the receipt might.

  • Kid Glove Ketchup-adjacent.
  • Peppered A little wake-up call.
  • Ember Rub Most tables order this. We warned them too.
  • Route 9 Reaper Milk on standby, no refunds on regret.
  • Sign This Waiver Once a year, someone finishes it. We put their name on the wall.

Sides Worth Fighting Over

Mash & Ember Gravy

Real potatoes, no shortcuts.

$3.29

Millhaven Slaw

Vinegar-forward, not a wet mayo pile.

$2.99

Honey Biscuit

Baked hourly. Get two, be honest with yourself.

$1.79

Corn on the Cob

Griddled, buttered, no apologies.

$2.49

Mac & Three Cheese

Baked top, gooey underneath.

$3.49

Sweet Tea, 32oz

Steeped, not powdered. Millhaven law.

$1.99

Founded in a gas-station parking lot in 1998 by a line cook who thought the chicken downtown was cowardly. We still fry in cast iron. We still count the pieces by hand.

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