Mr Chicken

Eaten here before and it was good. This past week, not so much. I will NEVER again get the grilled chicken sandwich. While I realize this isn’t their specialty, seriously a little seasoning would have helped a ton. Overall it was just a crappy experience. I wish I would have made pb & j at home rather than waste the $ 20 on poor food.

Anthony Bourdain is a faker. This morning I watched him in some third world country and he had a plastic plate of rice with some hacked-​up boiled chicken on it and he was in some food court eating it and the dick who made it was watching so of course it was good. He got three little cups of dipping sauce and spent his time explaining how cathartic it was.
Mr. Chicken is better than that Asian boiled chicken and white rice. I got a family pack of fried chicken so I could share it with my cats and I spilt the sides onto the pavement before I left so it wouldn’t spill in my car. It was great and the cats didn’t care that the wings are still whole which means they have the hands still on them and the fred flinstone piece is still hooked to the two-​boned forearm piece.
You can get all the meat off and pour that sriracha on it and you’ll eat better than anthony bourdain at the food court. Or make it ‘hillbilly’ night at your house and eat the chicken right off the bone. You can cuss at your family to complete the effect.
«You eat that last thigh and I’ll put a whippin’ on ya!»
«Aw Hell, daya dee, I am ste-​ill hongry. I could eat me the face off a hog, I reckon.»
«I ain’t taking you to Tremont fer dinner, ya little shit stain so you aint gonna get no hog face small plate. Get yer ass outta here and take them bones with ya!»
«Well, feyuck ya then, daya dee.»
It reminds me of Anthony Bourdain sitting in some Arkansas garage with a bunch of hillbillies eating boiled raccoon. Interestingly enough, he liked it. There’s a surprise.