Church’s Chicken

this location is difficult to rank because it has some pros and cons. They have limited chicken ready, so I had to wait. I hate waiting, especially when you have to stand the whole time. This location is part of a convenience store and so there are no tables/​chairs. On the otherhand, the fresh cooked chicken is better than eating something that’s dried out from being under the lamps all afternoon. So I get it.

We were hesitant to dine here due to the ratings but this is the cleanest Churches’ chicken I have been to in a very long time here in Texas. Although it’s inside Conoco, the food was fresh! The tables clean! The store inside out was clean! Friendliest people ever! Service with a smile! Their bathrooms were spotless!
I will go again and hope you all go as well!

Don’t eat ever eat at this place. Cashier is rude. Food is never ready. More than 15 minutes wait for chicken lunch Sunday. Everything is extra cost. Even a cup of water no senior discount. Dirty. And did I say RUDE.

Ridiculous!
Waited on the chicken to cook, then when it was done they filled 3 large orders taken after me…
Now they don’t have the chicken to fill my order!
The only excuse was «I didn’t take your order»
WHAT??? She didn’t take the others either but didn’t have a problem filling them.
Will not go back

About a year ago, when I finally traded in my trusty 13-​year-​old Saab for a new car, I started driving rather than flying for a lot of my business travel. Inexplicably, as I wandered through the small towns of Texas, I routinely found myself gazing fondly at the fried chicken livers I would sometimes see offered up in convenience stores across the state. In the interest of my arteries, however, I never indulged.
Then one day, I was driving home from Houston after a 3−½ day business trip. I was listening to David Gray, whose marvelously evocative voice has an uncanny ability to pick me up and unceremoniously dump me into a place of deep melancholy and nostalgia:
«…and ours is a road
that is strewn with goodbyes
but as it unfolds
as it all unwinds
remember your soul is the one thing
you can’t compromise
step out of the shadow
we’re gonna go where we can shine…»
And as I drove down I-​10 west, feeling my emotions gathering like storm clouds with every note, I saw a sign:
Church’s Fried Chicken — next exit
I knew I had to have them. David was telling me so.
I pulled off the highway and drove the few blocks to Church’s (this building also houses a convenience store and a Subway, for those of you who don’t want fried chicken). I didn’t know if they’d have livers, but I figured that a little fried chicken would at least sate my hunger — it was, after all, after 1 pm, and I hadn’t eaten all day.
I walked into the store and saw that they did, indeed, have both livers AND gizzards. I ordered three of each, a biscuit, and an iced tea, for a grand total of $ 3.62. After I ordered, the sweet woman at the counter called back, «I need three livers and three gizzards!» whereupon another employee dropped my meal into the fryer.
As I waited, I happened to notice the sign displaying the prices had another message for me; in addition to the price list for the gizzards and livers, it said, simply:
«You good.»
I grinned inwardly and took out my camera for a photo (which I’ve posted above). The woman behind the counter said, «Did you just take a picture of our sign? I never saw anybody do that before.» I explained to her that I had enjoyed the «you good» message, at which point another young woman behind the counter piped up that she had written it — obviously delighted that it had achieved its intended effect. We shared smiles and I waved goodbye.
I took my piping hot box of livers and gizzards and got back in the car. They were huge, perfectly battered, still glistening slightly from their recent dip in the fryer. The salt from a piece of liver greeted my tongue as I eased back onto the highway. And as the miles began to disappear behind me and I watched the clouds float gracefully across the expansive Texas sky, David Gray crooned:
«At winter’s edge you found me
by the fields of wild gold
my hands still filled with ashes
from fires long cold
you pulled me from the wreckage
of bitterness and blame
flung open the page
and put some flesh on
the bones of my dreams…»
My meal may not have put any real flesh on the bones of anything but my body, but I couldn’t help but feel that the food had fed not just my stomach, but my soul.
Today I worshipped at the altar of Church’s. And I was saved.