Several months ago we pulled into the Royal Farms at 41st Street and Falls Road to fill up the Besty-mobile's gas tank. We of course smelled gasoline, but another stench cut through the fumes: Royal Farms fried chicken. We were right next to the gas pump, quite a ways from the offending fowl, yet we winced immediately. Our region has had some signature smells, including McCormick spices out in the county and H&S white bread in Fells Point. But only RoFo's eau de poulet moved us to verse: Nothing makes our noses wrinkle and our stomachs sicken/Like opening a car door and smelling Royal Farms chicken.