At least you didn’t find a toenail in yours. (a friend did)
Once at KFC, i ordered the Spicy-Crispy chicken burger. You know what was the meat? Just a little on the big shoulder blade bone. Erck. They were nice and changed it immediately, even brought it to my table (no waiting at the counter).
At least you didn’t find a toenail in yours. (a friend did)
Once at KFC, i ordered the Spicy-Crispy chicken burger. You know what was the meat? Just a little on the big shoulder blade bone. Erck. They were nice and changed it immediately, even brought it to my table (no waiting at the counter).
What? a hamster in the burger?
I smite your +6 Jesus with my -12 Og of Destruction!
Chick-Fil-A usually makes a big deal out of their two pickles on the sandwich. Looks like you were shortchanged by half. I still find them under-pickled.
And how the hell did you eat there today? Is today not Sunday? I only gripe because the only time I seem to crave some Chick-Fil-A (and the ambrosiaic Waffle Fries) is on Sunday. Can’t they let some Orthodox Jews open the place up for them on Sunday–a little Sabbath symbiosis?
Dr. J
Eek! Caught in my own bluff; I actually had it yesterday and changed the date for dramatic effect.
I guess my lying skills are roughly equivalent to Britney Spears divided by Quentin Tarentino.
Oh, and great rant. The KFTHs just prove my aphorism that the more things a restaurant does, the less well it does any of them. We had a Long John Arby’s back home, which was great for people who want their roast beef to taste like fish.
Dr. J
Taco Bell and KFC do not belong together.
However, Dunkin Donuts and Baskin-Robbins have recently started making joint, er, restaurants, for lack of a better term, which ranks (to me) somewhere around Liam Neeson point nine nine eight.
(Doctor J., Ask me about my Chik-fil-“B” scheme I’ve been working on. Only open Sundays. I’ll see you the first franchise…)
er, sell you. Not see. Duh.
It’s Cthulhu Cum. Trucked in from the Outer Darkness.
It is, needless to say, something of an acquired taste.
There’s a Kentucky Fried Taco Hut right down the road from my house, and they frequently feed me breakfast. (No, they don’t SERVE breakfast, but considering the hours I keep, a Nachos Bell Grande is a breakfast of champions.)
My only complaint is their incredible greediness with their damn sauces. Who orders popcorn chicken, or chicken strips, or Chicken In A Pinch whatever, and doesn’t want dipping options? Three times, I say unto thee, THREE times did the KFTH deny me my sauces. (I mean, I didn’t ask for 'em or anything, but dammit, this is breakfast and I’m half asleep! They should OFFER 'em!)
Mr. Levins got wise to their evil schemes, ordered them by name, and then actually offered to PAY for extra sauces the last time he was there.
And the lady was so dumbstruck by his, she said, unprecedented offer to pay for the $0.25 sauces that she gave them to him for free.
But I’m still slightly bitter about the naked popcorn chicken I was forced to consume the three previous times.
What I wonder about the KFTHs is this:
We have two of them near us and I don’t think I have ever been in one and seen ANYBODY order from the TH portion of the menu. Just KF. I’ve come to conclude that they probably don’t even stock the TH stuff as nobody ever buys it, and yet they get bonus points for offering a diverse menu.
2 friends of mine way back in the 70’s stopped at Kentucky Fried Bucket to pick up a a large container of chicken after a night of drinking for a snack on the way home. This is when drinking and driving was still socially acceptable. About 20 minutes into their trip, the driver picked up a drumstick and bit into it. Something didn’t seem right. He turned on the interior light only to find the drumstick was still covered in feathers before the batter was put on it and cooked. They both yacked and never ate there again.
That has to be a -2 Gilbert Godfrey
Ahhh yes, Kentucky Fried Nose Cartilage. While the Extra Crispy Hairnet still ranks high on my list, that Original Fowl reeks of anal sex with Joan Collins 40 minutes after she contracts the stomach flu, or an Abe Vigoda - 11. Thank goodness for the Cole Porter Slaw, which easily commands a + 3.
Wow, that was nasty. 
Well done!
Wonderful ratings scale. I think we have a new fad.
Near my office, we’ve had a Taco Hut for a while (in Suburban Station, for you Philly Dopers). About a year ago, a Pizza Bell opened right next to it. Curiously, there’s no Kentucky Fried Processed Poultry Substitute, though there are two cheap knock-offs in the station – Church’s P.P.S. and Crown P.P.S.
(I tried Church’s P.P.S. once. I rate it as Britney Spears for quality, Christina Aguleira for taste, and an enemic as an alternative use.)
You dip your Popcorn Chicken? :eek:
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Did the Chik-Fil-a thing again today, and this time I opted for the nuggets. No pickles in sight. And the mysterious “Polynesian” sauce that they offer was easily a Jimmy Stewart plus 5.
Oh, and Scuba_Ben, I agree that the One to Jesus ratings scale should be made the next big thing. Everyone use it. Now. Or else you’re no better than the people you hate.
Wanna hear about ruined? Well not quite. That damn place has a hold on me like no other but I no longer eat anything but strips unless it’s a keel, thigh or drumstick. You know why?
WARNING: if you really really like KFC you might be turned off by this.
Years ago (about 10 I think) I was peeling apart a piece of chicken. You know taking the skin off then peeling off what meat there was to dip in the gravy… well I had what looked to be a little brain fall out of my piece of chicken. I can only think it was part of this poor things intestines. I couldn’t touch KFC for years and now I eat it rarely and carefully.
Oh and popcorn chicken/strips MUST be dipped in gravy. Just when I was starting to like their sweet and sour sauce they changed it to one of utterly inferior quality.