A hankering for fresh fowl found me fresh at the footsteps of this fast food giant. A short wait by a courteus young man left me with a tray of piping-hot chicken, fries and an empty soda cup that allowed me to fill my cup as many times as my bladder would allow. After negotiating seating with shoppers and diners alike, I sank my teeth into this tempting piece of thigh. The chicken was moist and perfectly seasoned. Apparently they have a secret recipe they are not willing to share. The fries were equally delicious. The freshly-pumped Pepsi paired perfectly. I licked my tray clean.
