No worries, for me KFC taste the same, everywhere I eat.
It is indeed, however there is one kfc restaurant I have been to so bad that you would think it had been made by an elephant with a thousand pins stuck in his trunk.
I should have read the warning signs. Completely disinterested college kids behind the counter that looked at me like a dog turd had grown some arms and legs and walked into their chat zone.
We have no chicken, no chicken? Imagine walking into McDonald’s and them having no burgers. But some hope, it’ll be ready in 45 minutes. Hmmm trying to put me off. I phone the misses, who is sat eagerly waiting her portion of juicy meat. She doesn’t mind waiting and I’m determined to have chicken.
An hour later I walk out with my bucket of chicken, some fries and a drink.
It is only once opened that the horror story begins. That lovely outer kfc skin looks very dark and crispy, somewhat over cooked. This turns out to be a good thing because they are swimming in a pool of oil entrapped in the bucket. The taste is rancid. One bite could put you off kfc for life and destroy your taste buds for days.
Alas we have fries to eat because we are hungry. Were those college kids back at the kfc laughing? I should imagine so, cold fries. I considered walking back to the restaurant and complaining but I imagined them not being able to hold it back and begin rolling around the floor laughing. Home for a sandwich then and never to visit that kfc again.