In the immortal
words of David H. Stocky, "It's the last part of the chicken over the fence".
Pertaining usually to fried chicken, it is the extremely
crispy ,
heavy skin piece, indicitive of the chicken's hind quarters.
When
dad laid down the chicken bucket, I
always grabbed the crispiest peice, and it was usually the popes
nose. Mmmm crunchy!