There was a part of me that didn’t want to like The Crack Shack (2266 Kettner Blvd.) in Little Italy, Richard Blais’ fast casual paean to the glories of (a) chicken and (b) commerce. Part of it was the name that seemed to trade on the popularity of other local and national eateries. Part of it was the fact I didn’t love fried chicken enough to look forward to multiple dives into the deep end. No, I didn’t want to like The Crack Shack. But I do.