The only way to improve on one of those is to sandwich it in between a couple of Pop Tarts.
If you’re ever at the New York state fair, don’t order the Garbage Plate.
I’ll admit to eating an occasional failure pile in a sadness bowl. I’ve also admitted countless times on these boards to addressing my emotions with inappropriate food choices. I’ve never thought “I want to do something nice for myself. I’ll go to KFC for a bowl!” It’s more like “Wow, I really don’t want to be feeling these particular feelings. How can I bury them most quickly? Bowl of starchy glop!”
Now, on those occasions I have never even been tempted to think, “you know what this needs? Bacon!” It certainly not as if it wasn’t salty enough.
Yeah, bacon is unnecessary, but as long as they’re not raising the price, have at it.
Cheese too seems like an afterthought, like let’s leverage our cheese pile from the Taco Bell side.
I never get the hysteria about fat content. Anybody who ever did coke can tell you there’s 28 grams in an ounce, so 1.1 ounce (31 grams) of fat in a KFC bowl isn’t anything to have a thrombo over.
2 grams of salt, though, not good, you’d never voluntarily put that much salt in a serving of food you were making yourself.