A question, and KFC
July/14, 2008 10:09 PM
O.K., first the question: what’s your opinion of the width of these pages? I was thinking about going wider, but I’m not sure. This is the default width, and it looks good, but I think it could also look good a little wider. Let me know if you have an opinion, or post a comment below.
Now, about KFC. Honestly, I never eat there any more. We used to sometimes when I was a kid, and I generally remembered liking it. But when I went away to college, I pretty much stopped. Sure, there were one or two nights when Rich Cooley and I lived in Arlington when a bunch of us would walk through the drive-through just as they were closing (on our way out of one of our favorite bars, of course) and buy a bucket of leftover chicken for $2 bucks or something. But that only happened once or twice, and I think pretty much every guy involved generally regretted the decision to eat KFC at 1:00 a.m.
But since then, I don’t think I’ve had anything from there. Until yesterday, that is. Lately, Anna has gone on a fried chicken kick. I don’t know why, but she’s ALWAYS willing to eat fried chicken. Yesterday, while we were out looking at flooring for the upcoming kitchen remodel, Anna asked for some chicken. We happened to be passing a KFC (that was also a Taco Bell), so we swang by and got her a couple of drumsticks.
Blech. Now I remember why I don’t eat there anymore. It was “original recipe,” and it was nasty. Greasier than any food I’ve seen in a while. Within seconds, Anna’s hands were coated in it. When I tried to help her get the batter off (it was soggy and she didn’t like the spices), I also got a greasy handful. What’s more, grease was literally dripping off the drumstick as I held it. So, we returned it and got a refund.
Last time we’ll be doing that for a while.
But the upside was that we went to Bubba’s in Highland Park last night, and got her some fried chicken so good that she was still talking about it when she went to bed a while ago.
Now, about KFC. Honestly, I never eat there any more. We used to sometimes when I was a kid, and I generally remembered liking it. But when I went away to college, I pretty much stopped. Sure, there were one or two nights when Rich Cooley and I lived in Arlington when a bunch of us would walk through the drive-through just as they were closing (on our way out of one of our favorite bars, of course) and buy a bucket of leftover chicken for $2 bucks or something. But that only happened once or twice, and I think pretty much every guy involved generally regretted the decision to eat KFC at 1:00 a.m.
But since then, I don’t think I’ve had anything from there. Until yesterday, that is. Lately, Anna has gone on a fried chicken kick. I don’t know why, but she’s ALWAYS willing to eat fried chicken. Yesterday, while we were out looking at flooring for the upcoming kitchen remodel, Anna asked for some chicken. We happened to be passing a KFC (that was also a Taco Bell), so we swang by and got her a couple of drumsticks.
Blech. Now I remember why I don’t eat there anymore. It was “original recipe,” and it was nasty. Greasier than any food I’ve seen in a while. Within seconds, Anna’s hands were coated in it. When I tried to help her get the batter off (it was soggy and she didn’t like the spices), I also got a greasy handful. What’s more, grease was literally dripping off the drumstick as I held it. So, we returned it and got a refund.
Last time we’ll be doing that for a while.
But the upside was that we went to Bubba’s in Highland Park last night, and got her some fried chicken so good that she was still talking about it when she went to bed a while ago.
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