Point of pride here as well. On her first trip to the west of Ireland, Little Pianola, age 9, looked at the breakfast menu and ordered the bloaters. “Oh, dear,” said the boniface. “I wouldn’t think she’d like that at ALL”
I said “She was born in Manhattan, raised in Brooklyn, and has been eating smoked fish since she cut teeth. Bring her bloaters.”
The bloaters were dispatched summarily.
Heh
I have had Raising Cane’s once. I might not have ever bothered, because the location here in town is sort of overshadowed by the fact that it’s in this big cluster of chicken places with KFC and Popeyes, but a guy I work with had a really good coupon and offered to bring the food back to the office. I was amazed at how ridiculously bland the dipping sauce was. I did my best to figure out what flavors might be in it, but I was defeated. It was a whole lotta nothin’. The place probably deserves a second try to confirm how underwhelmed I was, but I doubt I’ll be bothering in the near future.
He’s a douche, but it’s got nothing to with the food. It’s passable chain fast food, but the bread it terrible.
No, he is a douche because he puts sunglasses on a dog.
Several “Raising Caine’s” locations have been opened near me in the last couple of years (had never heard of them before) and we went there once when they first opened. It was fine but we were never drawn to return. You have to really be in the mood for chicken fingers. I don’t even remember anything about the sauces.
I ate at Raising Canes once. Once.
A couple days ago a manager at a Raising Cane’s location in Louisiana was stabbed to death in a robbery. Corporate management has stepped up to cover the full cost of the funeral. Cite
Not exactly douchy, IMHO.
Ranch is an abomination. So are zombie threads.
If the guy who runs Raising Cane’s is a “big giant douche” wouldn’t the “Canes sauce” be vinegar and water? :eek:
I’ll escort myself out. :o
CMC fnord!
Isn’t ketchup and mayo mixed a french fry dip is some countries?
But enough about sauces. how are the chicken fingers? Better than KFC, CHurch’s, Chester’s et al.?
Huh?
When I was a young child, that’s what I used to call my nanna (may she RIP) whenever she served me something that was was substandard* to my refined palate. How do you expect these heathens to learn, if you don’t express your displeasure adequately?
*example: she once served me plum pudding and *forgot *to sprinkle it with nutmeg! That was the last time she ever made that mistake.