One, two, three, four,
what the hell are we fighting for?
Fried Chicken, Fried Chicken, Fried Chicken.
Few things irritate me as much as being asked to pull out of line for an order, especially if it’s neither special-order nor large. One place that was conveniently located - maybe a Wendys? - did it every time until I finally just said “No.” and waited the whole twenty seconds for them to bring my order. They had developed some kind of idea that it was best to grab the money as fast as possible and then line people up in front to have their orders brought out. They stopped doing it (at all, AFAICT) after I said no a few times.
I got one for Christmas a few years back. Can be had for just 40 bucks at any Walmart, Target, Kohls, etc.
Whoa, nice man. Veteran move! Not just anyone can make that play.
It gets the computer to record faster “service times,” so the corporate people who look only at the computer printouts and don’t actually visit the restaurant are suitably impressed.
This.
The KFC near me closed about a year ago. The last 3 times I ate there my chicken was soggy and old and had obviously been sitting there for a while. The last time I went there I ordered a chicken sandwich. There was one piece left but the girl said “that’s been there a while, we have some new ones cooking and I’ll get you one of those.” The manager came out and made her give me the old one. I asked for my money back and the manager got pissed and wanted to know why. “Because you’re serving me old, soggy food instead of freshly cooked chicken that you just made. If you’re that much of a cheapskate I wonder what else you do to save money. I don’t want to eat your food.” The manager told me to “get the hell out then”
So I did. Haven’t been back and they closed. Good riddance and all that.
Also they finally started to open some Popeyes in Pittsburgh. Was down in the city a few days ago and stopped for lunch. The pieces were small but they gave me a few extra ones to make up for it, and they were very tasty. Nice and crispy but flaky batter. Wish there was one up in the burbs, hopefully they will open one closer to me.
Yeah KFC is soggy and salty. Popeyes is always better.
Damn. I can’t imagine a manager trying to pull that with the customer present. I could see trying to fob it off on someone at the drive-thru (which I pretty much never use).
Ironically, my story is about Popeyes. The one closest to me had a fresh platter of chicken added just as my order came up, and I watched at the server methodically dug thru the new chicken to find old pieces to give me. As the song says, I never returned, no, I never returned.
Chicken must be pricey. The Popeyes closest to our office had a rep for dropping yesterday’s chicken in the fryer for a bit, so the first few orders of the day were old and overcooked. It took weeks of people relentlessly refusing the orders for them to stop the practice.
Rookie mistake. It’s not wise to antagonize the minimum wage workers that are handling your food. If it really bothered you, report them to corporate anonymously and don’t risk special “added ingredients” in your food. If they handed you your food with a smile after that, be very afraid!
It ain’t right, and I’m definitely not condoning it, but it does happen - the less you do to precipitate it, the better.
The Popeye’s closest to me definitely doesn’t do that. If you go around closing time and catch 'em in a good mood, you can often get free extra pieces - sometimes a lot of free extra pieces if they’re literally about to close.
And even more awesome than their chicken were their sides (real vegetables, not just cole slaw and potatoes) and their Yankee (i.e. sweet) cornbread muffins. Damn, wish I had a KR chicken plate right now.
Damn! Me too. 
I loved their food, but hated those sweet muffins.
Anybody remember Golden Skillet? I saw one up and running in Virginia recently. I think it was Danville.
Also, there’s a great fried chicken place in Augusta, Georgia called WifeSaver. The name is as good as the chicken.
I always get our fried chicken from the deli at the Publix supermarket. I swear that stuff is flavored with crack.
I used to go to the Churches by me, but it is a split Churches/White castle, and the WC seems to be about 90% of the business. Last time I was there It was like I was in The Python Cheese skit.
“I would like a 12 piece spicy White meat please”
“We don’t Have that much Spicy White meat”
“Okay, just spicy mixed then”
“We don’t have that much spicy Chicken”
“OhhhhhK can you fill in the rest with Normal”
“We don’t have enough”
“Do you in fact have any Fried Chicken here at all?”*
“Not much, I can put some in for you, it will take 20 minutes”
“What do you have in chicken in stock”*
“An spicy Drumstick, but I think it’s been here a while, and three Original Thighs… Well 2 thighs, I think the other piece broke off of something, I’m not sure”
“How much is the 3 and a half piece variety bucket?”*
“Well the smallest we sell is 8 pieces, so 9.99”
“Sigh, okay just give me 6 sliders. Onion, no pickle”
- not intended to represent actual dialog spoken by me.
I have had that happen at the Popeye’s in New London, and also at the Boston Chicken in Glastonbury - once I rolled in during a light [to me] snowstorm and got 4 whole chickens, all the creamed spinach and little red potatoes they had left because I was the last customer because they were closing early and sending everybody home.
It was great, mrAru was at sea, and I was all alone - I quartered the birds and freezered the portions and had nummy nummy chicken for a dozen meals!
Jake!
Elwood!
Meet you guys in Malaysia, then?
Damn, I gotta stop reading this thread. Makes me hungry for going to Popeye’s and makes me wistful for our dearly departed KRR. Man, those were the good old days - when the munchies could be quickly, easily, and *thoroughly *satisfied by a trip to KRR. I’m totally serious when I say that those memories trigger the “love” region of my brain. And when I try to think of anything on the level of fast food, nothing else even comes close to that. I mean, I really like Popeye’s, but held up to the standard of KRR, it’s just a sad, empty, pathetic excuse of a dining experience.
Heathen! They were loaded with real, whole kernels of corn and everything. I’m generally “meh” about corn muffins, but those were the best! I always ordered extra.
Fuuuuuck you, Asians! ::shakes fist::
Cuz I don’t have a deep fryer, I know how to make pan fry chicken and “fry bake” in the oven but neither is the same as true deep fryer chicken.
I get the point you’re trying to make though, its cool I still love you.
Why in Odin’s name don’t you wayward children go to a delicatessen?
You can get what you want!
You can have that shit. When you grew up on savory cornbread, nothing is more jarring or disappointing than to take a bite out of a fucking cupcake in the middle of an otherwise great meal. It’s as bad as discovering the mashed potatoes were made with molasses.