good gawd you are making me hungry
My great great aunt had a black cook in Union Springs, Alabama, that would fry the quail in a deep skillet like you would fried chicken. She and her two remaining sisters would have me over for formal lunches when I was a kid during the summers and we would have unsweet sun tea, fried quail, sliced tomatoes, lima bean and corn salad, and homemade tomato aspic at the dining room table with linen napkins and china and good silverware. It was really cool, classic Southern stuff.
Anyway, the thought of fried quail made me think of all of that. Anyway it was the best goddamned bird you could possibly imagine. I wish I had the recipe.