Lincoln Fried Chicken

So-​So food at remarkable prices. Not gonna lie, the inside is grimey and kinda like a run-​down chinese take out shop. Flies buzzin around and all that. But i look past that to the deals and the deliciousness.

I’d been fishing all day and when it was finally 12:32am, I just needed food. My body needed it all; proteins, fats, and carbohydrates. For the carbs, I wanted beer. My friends were at a bar nearby that doesn’t really serve food, so I needed to find an option for the fats and protein.
Fried chicken.
Grabbed a 3 piece box consisting of a wing, thigh, and breast from Lincoln just a few blocks away. I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry that I did. I live near a CFC (Crown) and they serve a good bird. I thought all of these loosely similar but independently-​owned chicken joints had a similar recipe, or even quality control. Boy was I wrong. When I got to the bar and slugged two city specials, I was ready to eat. I wish I had stopped by a Wawa on the way back from fishing. The seasoning, or lack-​there-​of, was paltry. The breast piece had to have been sitting under a lamp for at least 8 hours. My jaws still kind of hurt from chewing and gnawing. Of course I ate it all, I was hungry. But the fact that I was so hungry and kinda drunk and am still complaining just tells you how bad the chicken was.
This pretty much dispels my previous thought that the eerily similar red-​and-​white-​with-​sometimes-​KFC-​infringement-​named fried chicken slingers had a cohesive recipe and quality. They don’t.