Royal Farms

This place is not well managed. Stopped by yesterday in the evening and there were 5 employees there and only 1 ringing on the register with a long line. I wanted lottery tickets and had to step aside and wait even longer for the 1 cashier to work the lottery machine and handle the other customers. The whole time no one ever came to help her out. The young man who works over at the chicken moves at the slowest possible speed… no urgency to helping customers at all. The employees could care less about customer service. A lot of hanging in the back instead of addressing the customers out front.

these freaking employees were rude as anything once I came in and when I tried to order some wings, they said they didn’t have enough when I obviously can see that there is enough. Bullsh*t

People don’t believe me when I tell them they can get a good meal from a gas station or something like it. Wawa, Sheetz, everyone acts like it’s beneath them to enjoy some gassy, greasy grub. Like, y’all need to chill out and enjoy the goodness. I used to be like the snooty people, but I have seen the light, repented, ate my way through two homes, and been blessed by gas station food. This one is no exception.
The folks are nice and the chicken is nice. I didn’t see much of the store because I made a bee-​line for the chicken counter. I had business to take care of and mouths to feed.
Chicken. Fried chicken. But the chicken, though. BUT THE CHICKEN, THOUGH. The tenders in the case were calling my name, but I ordered an 8-​piece (basically a whole chicken) with biscuits. I was turned off by the price because I felt a certain type a way about paying $ 14, but I got over it as soon as I sank my teeth into it. Crispy, crunchy, fried chicken-​y, yummy, delicious-​y, tender-​y, all them y’s. Yes yes. I can’t even type because I have my friend’s fried wing in my hand, nibbling on it.
Normally, chicken from Royal Farms turns my stomach into mush, but this one didn’t! PRAISE THE FRIED CHICKEN GOD! I wasn’t even hungry and I ate a leg, a thigh, 3 biscuits, and a few potato wedges from my friend’s bag. I’m about to throw down a breast right after I post this, too. lol