KFC

Went to the drive through and ordered a three piece meal of original recipe dark meat with mashed potatoes and baked beans. The meals don’t come with a drink which for me is fine because I usually only drink water or beer and have plenty of the previous with me on the road. It was just before noon on a Saturday and there were no other customers at the moment so the wait was nil. There are many other fast food options in the area and the herds must have been strapping on their feed bags elsewhere which suits my purpose rather well. Let those suckers dine on burgers and tacos in their minivans full of screaming kids. On that day I would be feasting upon the finest eleven herbs and spices that southern Capitol Blvd. has to offer. But I wasn’t alone, oh no. I could feel the spirit of the colonel sitting shotgun taking great pride in every massive bite I tore from the bones. I could sense his pride swell as the juices dripped off my chin and soaked into my pants. Next was the butter milk biscuit with even more butter added. Usually my move before all else is to sandwich the packets of butter between the plastic containers of the side dishes as to get them melted and ready to infuse with the biscuits upon impact but I was extra ravenous that day and I couldn’t be bothered to wait for a moment to get the chicken inside me. I can’t comment much on the mash potatoes or the baked beans because I’m not sure they ever managed to hit my tongue. I can say from past experiences that they are rather delightful but I was far too much of a savage that day to give a proper critique. Listen, I’m not a complicated man with an extensive pallet. I don’t need or want fine china and cloth table coverings with high thread counts. Hell, I don’t even want a table. What I do know is this, yesterday I zipped right on through to my food, the lady that helped me was as sweet as the buttermilk biscuits, the food was exactly what I wanted at a price I could afford, it was hot, it was tasty as hell, and it left me feeling full and satisfied. The only reason I’m not leaving a five star review is because KFC doesn’t serve beer. God bless the colonel may his soul rest in peace. That is until the next time he sits shotgun with yours truly.

The manager was rude & pushy to her employees. yelling (from the register) at them while the fumbled around. Food was «fresh» for fast food.

Great service! Food is nice and hot. The guys working tonight were great. Definitely coming back. Décor wasn’t much but the lighting was calm.

The Tumwater KFC is dropping the ball these days.
They will just stand there and let one order the more expensive family meal, even though the same family meal w/​new ‘Bites’ special is available, at a smaller price.
(Tumwater KFC — usually informative at the order counter about promotions)
Technically my fault. Still a little pissed off.
Got home… forgetting I was pissed, in anticipation of a KFC ‘chow-down’…you know the feeling. (especially since I think their coleslaw is the best globally)
I scarf down a leg, wait, something doesn’t taste right… scarf a wing, sure enough, that unmistakable ‘original recipe’ taste wasn’t there.
This chicken tasted like ‘allspice /​nutmeg dessert chicken’. WTF ?
Where were the rest of the famed secret ’11 herbs & spices’ ?
(I kinda repaired it, doused the chicken w/​garlic and black pepper, popped in the
oven a few minutes. mmmm pretty good)
Step it back up Tumwater KFC. (Oh…and remind the cooks…
Don’t use the
.-bag ’ Dregs ’ of chicken breading)
2 stars for food and service.(Yelp defines 2 stars = Meh. I’ve experienced better)
Since one can usually ‘tell time’ by KFC consistency… ’ I’ll Be Back ‘.
The famed ‘11’ are probably really only salt, pepper, and MSG, anyway.
(heh heh heh)