Minneapolis's newest wonder-chicken comes from a most unlikely place, a barely transformed onetime Hickory Hut on East Lake Street. But hey, diamonds come from mines, not velvet boxes, right? See past the Mexican TV blaring from the eaves, the plastic-draped tables and instead toward the pollo al carbon .It is so good that it will make you weak in the knees. Roasted over an old Hickory Hut fire, the chicken is a miracle of tender flesh, its skin so richly spiced and crisp it tastes as good as bacon. Pull some chicken off the bone, roll it into a tortilla, squirt on a bit of lime juice, and experience the Mexican-chicken equivalent of paradise.