Fried chicken & other American favorites served in a corner, trailer-like setting.
Hours
| Monday | 5:30 AM–2:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 5:30 AM–2:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 5:30 AM–2:30 PM |
| Thursday | 5:30 AM–2:30 PM |
| Friday | 5:30 AM–2:30 PM |
| Saturday | Closed |
| Sunday | Closed |
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Reviews
Tam Brown
#blueandwhitecarryout an Alexandria staple patronized by the locals and visitors alike. A tiny venue but very welcoming and gave a feeling of belonging! One employee in particular by the name of Charlie was quite popular as longtime customers piled in to say hello or catch up while he prepared an array of food items to include the fried foods. Mimi wanted to try the fried chicken breast (she loves chicken) and initially I was told there was a 15 minute wait, a customer ahead of me stated it’s definitely worth the wait as he smiled. So having a free day off, I waited and I am so glad that I did! The chicken breast also has the wing attached and it’s placed piping hot between two slices of “cheap white sliced bread”. I was asked how I would like it so I responded as many others before me did: salt, pepper and hot sauce? When I say that was the most perfectly seasoned, fried and juiciest chicken breast I have ever had (5/5). They are a food stand opened early and closes early only M-F! I cannot wait to go back and try more delicacies and if you’re in the@area do yourself a favor and go! #alexandriava #carryout goodfood
… moreKabeelan Athirathinam (The_Wing_Rider)
Had to visit the feel the happiness. Great food choices, super super affordable and I’ve heard that the cost for food had been the same forever 🙂
I’m a big fan of Shrimp Grits and Eggs, Pork chop sandwich and so delicious, succulent chicken!
… moreI’m a big fan of Shrimp Grits and Eggs, Pork chop sandwich and so delicious, succulent chicken!
Mark Williams
I have not been to the Blue & Whote Carry out in 5 years. Prices have gone up slightly but still worth the price. Beats fast food or a chain anytime. I had the Chicken Breast Dinner plate with Mashed Potatoes and Corn. We lowered the tailgate and made a makeshift table in front of the Post Office. I’ll have the Fish sandwich next time im in the area. Minimum wait. Only 2 customers in front of us. Orders were quickly filled.
… moreJordan Hasty
This place has nice down home authentic soul food vibes. Good prices and staff very friendly upbeat welcoming! Stop in and try this gem! They had pork chops ready for breakfast
… morePaul Stark
All taxes being included in the price was a nice surprise, and the portions are quite large. Low doorways so watch your head. But spotless inside with friendly, efficient, bilingual staff.
… moreMarcos Bolaños (The Flavor Analyst)
I had always wanted to try this place out as I drive by it all the time. It seems to only be open for lunch so luckily after a doctors appointment I stopped by. I got the chicken sandwich and the grits. Both were pretty good. I wouldn’t the say the best I’ve every had but it was a good meal.
… moreOlivia B
There is always a line out the door, so I finally decided to check this place out. The service was quick, and the chicken was hot and delicious. It was freshly cooked, perfectly seasoned, and reasonably priced. I ordered mine with hot sauce. Please note that they only accept cash. I highly recommend giving it a try!
… moreRobert Champ
Not good. Chops were thin and void of seasoning. I was informed that the establishment has been in existence for over 40 years. Food quality has obviously decreased. 1st time visit and won’t be going back. Update: The fried chicken breast was good, seasoned and crispy.
… moreTheresa G
Highly overrated the chicken was crispy but had absolutely zero flavor same thing with the sides no seasoning. I thought it was going to be better food based on the reviews. I think there was a change in management a long time customer informed me that it used to be better tasting food.
… morePatrick Wolf
Somewhere on the corner of Wythe Street, wedged into the fabric of Alexandria like a stubborn brick in a centuries-old wall, lies Blue & White Carry Out—an immaculate white temple that defies zoning laws and mortal expectations, so unassuming and magnificently modest, it could easily be mistaken for an abandoned tool shed. But inside this fortress of fried meats and hot grits, destinies are forged. A portal to another realm where breakfast is eternal, lunch is divine, and rations are served in Styrofoam clamshells.
I had long heard whispers of this establishment, spoken in reverent tones by those who had survived its fried pork chops and lived to tell the tale. Finally, I approached. The exterior: Coca-Cola signage weathered like battle standards, a blue door creaking like the gateway to Valhalla, and a promise of “Lunches & Dinners” contradicted boldly by its actual hours of 5:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. Only the bravest warriors eat Salisbury steak before dawn.
Inside, space is not measured in square feet but in human endurance. Perhaps 15 souls can cram within the walls at once, pressed shoulder to shoulder like pilgrims before a shrine. Nearly all of the interior belongs to the sizzling kingdom of the kitchen, separated by glass as though to shield mere mortals from witnessing too much glory at once. Behind the stockade, labor three culinary priestesses in symphonic unison summoning forth feasts with the intensity of blacksmiths forging steel. The shopkeeper herself presides conducting the symphony of sizzling meat.
I ordered the Legends’ Twin Bones (a humble platter of chicken leg and thigh, baptized in salt, pepper, and holy hot sauce—the trinity that has carried mankind since the dawn of flavor). To accompany this, I chose the Emerald Spears of Endurance (green beans, capable of granting agility to those who consume them), the Pillows of the Earth’s Heart (mashed potatoes, smooth as clouds yet grounding as mountains), and to quench my thirst, the nectar of my youth, the lost elixir of forgotten kings, a can of Crown of the Ancients (RC Cola).
As I waited, the temple bore witness to conflict. A patron demanding the sacred grill be purged of its seasoned wisdom, her words a blasphemy against the patina of flavor. Voices were raised and a duel of words ensued, but the shopkeeper wielded patience like a blade, granting a refund and thus restoring peace to the realm. The customer retreated, coins jingling like a consolation prize of war, defeated not by hostility but by hospitality.
My meal soon arrived—though fate intervened. The head priestess, having exhausted the chosen cut, bestowed upon me another blessing instead, an offering of equal might. Alongside it came the Silver Dollar of Uncertain Purpose (a virgin dollar bill). Was it for dessert? A token of apology? A test? A tribute? Or a talisman ensuring safe passage on my culinary quest? The mystery remains unsolved, yet I accepted it as one accepts an omen from the gods.
I carried my feast outside and found a solitary bench upon which I unwrapped my bounty. The Legends’ Twin Bones granted me the vigor of warriors past. The Emerald Spears sharpened my senses—I swear I could hear pigeons whispering stock tips. The Pillows of the Earth’s Heart filled me with the strength of soil and stone. And the Crown of the Ancients fizzed through my veins, rewiring my very destiny.
And then there was an unexpected surprise, the Bread of Eternal Wonder—two slices of the simplest white bread, soft like parchment upon which the story of my lunch was written. Plain, yes, but within its fluff lay the eternal truth: that greatness often hides in the humble.
I devoured it all, inducted swiftly into the Clean Plate Guild, where the hungriest of mortals ascend after proving themselves worthy.
To eat here is to know life, love, and the seasoning of eternity. This is not a restaurant. This is a pilgrimage, not just for the nobility like King Arthur himself, but the common folk like you and I. Five stars. Would recommend. Nay—must recommend.
… moreI had long heard whispers of this establishment, spoken in reverent tones by those who had survived its fried pork chops and lived to tell the tale. Finally, I approached. The exterior: Coca-Cola signage weathered like battle standards, a blue door creaking like the gateway to Valhalla, and a promise of “Lunches & Dinners” contradicted boldly by its actual hours of 5:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. Only the bravest warriors eat Salisbury steak before dawn.
Inside, space is not measured in square feet but in human endurance. Perhaps 15 souls can cram within the walls at once, pressed shoulder to shoulder like pilgrims before a shrine. Nearly all of the interior belongs to the sizzling kingdom of the kitchen, separated by glass as though to shield mere mortals from witnessing too much glory at once. Behind the stockade, labor three culinary priestesses in symphonic unison summoning forth feasts with the intensity of blacksmiths forging steel. The shopkeeper herself presides conducting the symphony of sizzling meat.
I ordered the Legends’ Twin Bones (a humble platter of chicken leg and thigh, baptized in salt, pepper, and holy hot sauce—the trinity that has carried mankind since the dawn of flavor). To accompany this, I chose the Emerald Spears of Endurance (green beans, capable of granting agility to those who consume them), the Pillows of the Earth’s Heart (mashed potatoes, smooth as clouds yet grounding as mountains), and to quench my thirst, the nectar of my youth, the lost elixir of forgotten kings, a can of Crown of the Ancients (RC Cola).
As I waited, the temple bore witness to conflict. A patron demanding the sacred grill be purged of its seasoned wisdom, her words a blasphemy against the patina of flavor. Voices were raised and a duel of words ensued, but the shopkeeper wielded patience like a blade, granting a refund and thus restoring peace to the realm. The customer retreated, coins jingling like a consolation prize of war, defeated not by hostility but by hospitality.
My meal soon arrived—though fate intervened. The head priestess, having exhausted the chosen cut, bestowed upon me another blessing instead, an offering of equal might. Alongside it came the Silver Dollar of Uncertain Purpose (a virgin dollar bill). Was it for dessert? A token of apology? A test? A tribute? Or a talisman ensuring safe passage on my culinary quest? The mystery remains unsolved, yet I accepted it as one accepts an omen from the gods.
I carried my feast outside and found a solitary bench upon which I unwrapped my bounty. The Legends’ Twin Bones granted me the vigor of warriors past. The Emerald Spears sharpened my senses—I swear I could hear pigeons whispering stock tips. The Pillows of the Earth’s Heart filled me with the strength of soil and stone. And the Crown of the Ancients fizzed through my veins, rewiring my very destiny.
And then there was an unexpected surprise, the Bread of Eternal Wonder—two slices of the simplest white bread, soft like parchment upon which the story of my lunch was written. Plain, yes, but within its fluff lay the eternal truth: that greatness often hides in the humble.
I devoured it all, inducted swiftly into the Clean Plate Guild, where the hungriest of mortals ascend after proving themselves worthy.
To eat here is to know life, love, and the seasoning of eternity. This is not a restaurant. This is a pilgrimage, not just for the nobility like King Arthur himself, but the common folk like you and I. Five stars. Would recommend. Nay—must recommend.