Perfect Fried Chicken

Chicken and Tutankhamun’s Finger
After a night out in a cab on my way home I got that familiar feeling of the munchies. scrambling to think what would be open at this ungodly hour, we drove around the corner and the welcoming glow of strip lighting from PFC tempted my like a moth to a bug zapper.
I’ve driven past this place so many times but never ventured in — to be honest it doesn’t look that appealing. As this was my first time here I thought I’d order a selection of products so I know what to order should I ever return.
The ribs reminded me of a dried out mummified appendage from Tutankhamun, not a good start. Chicken hot wing were very small drumettes but were surprisingly tasty and the chicken burger was the best of the lot and again very tasty. I’d never go here sober but knowing that it is open late I’m sure that after a few drinks I’ll be drawn here again. It’s never going win any awards but for a late night munchie attack it is fine.