There are much better chicken joints around. I'm just a few miles away from Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia. It is probably the best of all. It's the one Anna Nicole Smith worked at many years and bra sizes ago.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t appropriate.
However, did you enjoy the chicken??
>> What’s up with that?
It’s the nature of “entry level service industry” today.
Don’t take it personally. Honky. :-)
My advice: eat at home, where your food is unlikely to be spit into. Unless the cook is mad at you. If you know what I mean (and I think you do). :-)
He was gonna spit in your food and couldn’t look you in the eye from his guilt.
Use the drive thru. Be polite and pleasant. Can’t hurt to smile. I’ve always had good service. Luh dat chiggin.
A Popeye’s recently opened up about a half-hour away from us. I’ve been there several times these past few months. I don’t use their drive-thru, and go into the restaurant to order. They are usually extremely busy when I do go, but haven’t experienced any kind of attitude from the workers who are mostly black. This is a majority white area in the Mohawk Valley of NY State.
You had spinach in your teeth. That’s an insult to them.
I went to a Popeyes a few months ago. I swear they had one employee for the whole place.
The guy was working the drive through, working the fryer, and waiting on people in the store. Luckily there weren’t many of us.
I don’t get to Popeyes often but always had better than expected service. Don’t take generalities from one visit to one store.
There are much better chicken joints around. I'm just a few miles away from Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia. It is probably the best of all. It's the one Anna Nicole Smith worked at many years and bra sizes ago.
If you don’t h8 why peepo, U be racis’.
Here in SoCal we have Jollibee. It’s a Philippino fast food place that has fantastic fried chicken. Always good service. It’s like Asian Chik-Fil-A.
They recently opened a Popeyes near me and I went in cause I was curious and hungry.
I thought I was in the hood, seriously, but at least every one seemed nice.
I ended up being very disappointed that they did not have watermelon as a side for their fried chicken
My advice is to learn to make your damn chicken. :)
Seriously, if you find a fast food that you like, do a search on the internet for a home equivalent. It will cost you half of what you pay when you eat out.
Were you wearing a MAGA hat?
Popeyes Spicy Chicken, Red Beans and Rice and their Biscuits can’t be beat in my experience. Of course some one is now going to name so whole in the road place that has better that is a 2 - 3 day drive away like you think some one should drive there to bring home dinner?
The cute girls at McDonalds are always very smiling and polite to me.
I think they have a crush on me.
Yes, they do!!!
Yeah that’s the ticket!!!
Do you have mental problems?
I go to Popeye’s all the time and never have had any problem.
I don’t like Popeye’s. The sandwichs are OK. The lobby and rest rooms are always dirty with litter and the counter staff indifferent (I’m white).
If it is a chicken sandwich I’m going for, I much prefer the taste and value of KFC’s.
A memory of the earlier Civil War (1860s)
from a Walt Whitman civil War poem
How Solemn As One By One
. . . . and to you,
I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,
. O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,
. Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;
The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
. Nor the bayonet stab O friend.
-—Walt Whitman
Comment from Fourteen Lines site ————
Whitman’s path to care-giving for Union soldiers began in December of 1862, when he left Brooklyn to search for his brother, George, whom he feared was injured in the Battle of Fredericksburg.
Whitman did not find his brother in Washington, so he traveled on to Virginia, where he was relieved to find his brother only slightly wounded, at the Union army camp at Falmouth. Whitman was deeply affected by what he witnessed at the front lines and decided to support the Union cause the only way he knew how, by moving to Washington to care for sick and wounded soldiers.
For the remainder of the war, he visited patients daily in hospitals located throughout the city. Whitman spent his days listening to soldiers stories, writing letters for them to family members, bringing them little gifts such as fresh oranges and licorice candy, but most important he was present at their bedside when friends and family could not be.