KFC

Disgusting.
Soggy bun and barely warm dry chicken. And, slow service to boot!
So much for trying to relive childhood memories of KFC. Yuck.

We decided that we had a fried chicken crave.
Should’ve craved for something else. Perhaps ramen would’ve been more satisfactory.
We ordered the 10 piece bucket deal that came with a large fries and 4 small sizes (when I say small its actually small not ‘texas size’ small) of side orders. We decided to try all of their side dishes that included:
macaroni salad
potato salad
cole slaw
mashed potatoes & gravy, known as ‘gravy’
$ 30 Canadian dollars. –_​–
The menu sign had pictures of a neon cup of green stuff — we thought it was extreme photoshop. When we opened it, the cole slaw was actually neon green. It might’ve been glowing. I’m not sure if it’s a regional thing but in Texas we like our cole slaw a creamy white without the extra food coloring. It had hints of onion and mustard… no carrots or cabbage or mayo.
Mac salad was okay.
Potato salad tasted normal.
‘Gravy’ tasted fine.
Fries were not potato wedges but tasted fine.
Chicken: Perhaps our first mistake was desiring fried chicken nowhere close to the south. But let’s talk about the chicken. In Houston, you tend to receive a random craving for fried poultry on Tuesdays (Is it a craving or internal clock that says cheap Tuesday chicken?). Well, we had that Wednesday night. Instead of taking a whiff of that fried chicken high and anticipating that first bite once you get home… we were wondering why it smelled like cardboard. The bag said «PFK» — French for fried chicken. We initially thought we ordered from an imitation KFC and would explain the smell.
Needless to say, it was very foreign tasting. Even the ‘louisiana hot sauce’ tasted strange. Will stay away from american fast food chains in Canada. However the owner was very nice.

I had some coupons for KFC so since I was here for the weekend, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity (It was for a 4 piece chicken meal).
Unfortunately, the kitchen was cooking a new batch of chicken and if I was going to wait for my food, it would be another 20 minutes… so the manager offered to give me 5 drumsticks for the price I paid — fair enough, I took it.
I went home and opened the box — the chicken were SMALL, unlike the usual giant drumsticks I’ve had at KFC. I also ordered a snack wrap and I was not impressed. I thought it would be bigger than the snack wrap but I think I made the wrong decision. It was like having a chicken finger wrapped in a mini pita.
At least the manager tried to compensate for the chicken.

When you’re hungry, you do what you have to do. This is an express KFC, so you either eat outside or sit staring at the walls.
And yes, they have poutine here. Not the craziest portion I’ve seen, but the fact that they have it, I mean, you can’t beat that.
Don’t idle your car for more than 3 minutes or you can get a ticket.

Of all the eateries I remembered when I was at beloved Whistler Blackcomb, it’s weird that KFC sticks out the most. For some strange reason, I like to eat at American fast food joints in far away lands. It’s not so much because I’m homesick, but I like to see what another country’s interpretation is of American fast food. While chain restaurants do have a set formula to follow, there are still small changes applied to mesh well with the locals. Ever try spaghetti made with sugar at a McDonald’s in the Philippines? How about saimin (noodle soup) at a McDonald’s in Hawaii?
As for this KFC in Whistler BC, the only thing that stood out was how extra greasy their fried chicken is. I’m talking waaaaay greasy. The chicken was freshly fried and piping hot… and greasy. Colonel Sanders would be having a heart attack in his grave! Did I mention how greasy the chicken was?
I started to think, «Do non-​Americans really perceive us as overweight pompous slobs?»
But then I realized the extra grease is there for a reason. After 6 hours of hard snowboarding in weather with a wind chill at nearly zero degrees, your lips get sorta chapped. And what better way to soothe those cracking moisture depriving lips than with chicken grease?
So picture four borderline portly asian dudes eating at the counter facing the window… chowing down on this greasy goodness as it were giving us some sort of climactic high while bits of fried skin trickled to our trays. And while we weren’t setting a good example for our nation, we had the shiniest lips that would be the envy of cover girls from all those lipstick ads.
So the next time you have extremely chapped lips, forget the lipbalm with menthol and head over to KFC.