Bojangles

Love the chicken but will never get breakfast from here again there was a piece metal or something in my sausage in the sausage biscuit. Don’t know if we will be back!

Honestly, the only reason it’s even getting two stars is because my boyfriend swears up and down their food is normally better than what we had. We came later in the evening (roughly 8pm) and the store seemed pretty empty. Not a big deal. Boyfriend goes to the bathroom and comes back and says it doesn’t seem like it’s been cleaned in there in months. We order our food and the staff seems like they either really don’t care or are clueless about how unprofessional they were. The biscuits were good, I liked those. But my tenders (which we had to wait for them to make fresh ones. Not a big deal, I don’t mind waiting for better food) tasted bad and had tough spots that you couldn’t eat. The mashed potatoes were awful and their honey mustard was a weird consistency. Maybe we’ll try again at a busier time of day, but right now it’s definitely not one of my favorite places

It was a blustery Tuesday morning, and I was off to Bold Bean in Jax Beach to get some work done. The last time I had been to a Bojangles was while in DC at the Union Station metro stop. My caloric satisfaction on the wane ever since popping my no-​frills breakfast into my mouth (2 hard boiled eggs and a single ripened banana can be eaten in under 3 minutes!), I grabbed a glossy coupon for Bojangles that I had obtained from the ubiquitous Mint magazine. This was the deal– 2 piece chicken meal (which includes a biscuit and a side) FOR FREE. Why wouldn’t I? When has a little fried chicken harmed anyone? And, not being a betting man, I couldn’t argue with the price.
As I drove to Beach Boulevard, I imagined myself eating my gratis meal in the comfort of my car while parked adjacent to the restaurant. Somehow the mental picture just seemed RIGHT. I pulled up to the speaker box without delay (I was arriving at an off time, after all) and as I began to order, I realized the woman with whom I was speaking was actually walking toward the restaurant from parts unknown, headset activated! This was a wondrous bit of serendipity, and I thanked my lucky stars to be blessed with such an unusual experience. She giggled as I spoke to her through the cold metal cube, having recognized that we were engaging in a conversation as if we were distant from one another, and yet we were within sight of each other. The glorious madness of it all tickled me pink!
My confidence and good humor escaped me momentarily as I sheepishly announced that I, yes, a tax-​paying member of the intelligentsia, was at Bojangles on a Tuesday afternoon to receive free food. The chicken and biscuit portion of my meal preordained by the limitations of the coupon, I found myself anguishing over the decision about which one side dish to annex to my already pleasantly robust entrée. As if the prospect of purchasing a bag of ice for 99 cents didn’t flummox me enough, now I was forced to select a single side from such saliva-​inducing possibilities? Oh, cruel problems of this damned first world! Considering that my imbibing an almond milk latte at Bold Bean would probably temper my hunger until dinner time, I opted for those iconic golden shells of starchy goodness– macaroni and cheese. With an air of regal dignity, the product of having come to this fantastic conclusion, I decreed that mac and cheese would be (at) my side.
But, lo, what cancerous reality did I encounter! Despite the shiny parchment in my delicate hand bearing no mention of any additional cost tacked onto certain side dishes at this fine establishment, I was rightly dumbfounded when the otherwise delightful cashier retorted that my selection would come at a handsome price– 50 cents! Of all the sides listed on the voluminous backlit menu, I had to choose the only one which was so rare, so magnificent, that it could not possibly be given away for goodwill. Nervously I fumbled through my car for any errant change which may have escaped my purview on some inexplicable prior occasion. Coin impoverished, I settled on trading a lone dollar bill for the inestimable pleasure of eating elbow pasta swimming in partially synthetic yellow dairy soup. I felt, well, slightly defeated. How can a free meal not be free? It reminded me of the plight of man. Were not all men entitled to free mac and cheese? This question pestered me well into the day.
As the crisis ebbed, my enthusiasm began to flow like the fountains of soda I would never have the chance to drink because, having already exhausted a dollar, I simply could not bring myself to pony up for a drink. It was the principle of the thing, really. Upon collecting the spoils of my half-​victory, I rejoiced at the sight and smell of a rather large box oozing with the crisp warmness of southern fried chicken. If there is a god above, he must enjoy his fried animals as much as the next simple man. Not wanting to deviate from my earlier fantasy, I decided to park my car and eat my meal in a certain kind of peace one can only experience sitting in a parking lot overlooking a busy thoroughfare in Jacksonville, Florida.
I rolled the driver’s side window all the way down, to let the air sample some of what I had been given by the good grace of savvy fast food marketers. I switched on NPR, that raucous conservative nightmare of a radio broadcast, and tore into the cardboard basket of meat and bread and mac like a savage feasting on the flesh of an unscrupulous colonial overlord. The heat stung my hands and the oil dripped like candle wax onto my fingers and burgundy Members Only jacket, a major sin for which I am still atoning. No matter. I was on a mission to destroy that which I had sought from the beginning of this brief urban journey. The chicken was plump, although slightly more sinewy than I prefer, the biscuit a buttery cake, and the mac and cheese, well, it was 50 cents worth of mac and cheese.

I’ve always enjoyed good fried chicken and Bojangles doesn’t disappoint. Bought the family a 12 piece box with 6 biscuits, 3 sides and a ½ gallon of tea and was priced reasonably.
Everything tasted good (especially the dirty rice — don’t worry, it’s called that). My main review is the customer service I got tonight. All the staff was nice, food came out quickly — not a hitch. Great food and great service.

Would be better if not for the copious amounts of grease. So, so much grease…

I’m from out of state and I figured that I would try a Bojangles here since the Bojangles in my city is terrible. Well, this Bojangles is just as bad if not worse than the one in my city. For starters, the white guy that took our order inside was inpatient and immature. The other men that were inside were curtious and nice. One man even tried to tell the immature guy to stop it and shut up. I should have walked out as soon as I heard that. Anyways, we waited 10 – 15 for our food inwhich some of our food got cold while waiting on the freshly cooked tenders. Long story short, they were nasty, the restaurant was nasty, the food was nasty, and I will never ever eat there again!!!

My husband and I both got the spicy or Cajun strips, slaw, spicy pinto beans. We got it to go– if we had dined in– would’ve taken it right back to the counter and ask for fresh chicken strips. Since we live a few miles away and it was already after 8 pm on a weeknight, we just threw out the entire $ 14.00 meal. Hugely disappointed to bite into an old, dry, cold piece of chicken that wasn’t spicy as we had ordered. Their slaw was horrible with way too much of whatever dressing making it inedible– cold biscuit too!
Hesitant to even give them another try!

I have heard about this place and have even eaten with them in Texas. This one should have stayed in Texas. I had a couple of breakfast biscuits. One ham, egg, and cheese and the other a steak. The steak biscuit wasn’t very good in a whole. The biscuit tasted good on it’s own. It was the steak that was a fried piece of shoe leather. Tasteless an way overdone. The HEC biscuit was just as unappealing. It just was kind of there. Not much but I will give it another shot. Maybe

Used a buy 3-​piece chicken meal and get a free 2-​piece chicken meal coupon from the Enjoy the City coupon book I bought from a school fundraising. The chicken is not bad and cooked all the way through. No pinkish meat in the middle just the way I like it. The biscuit tasted fresh. My son and I had a cheap lunch for $ 7. Good customer service.

Absolutely fabulous Cajun chicken filet. Wendy’s used to be top chick but move in over, this filet rules all spicy filets to date!
The restaurant and bathroom were extremely clean and the staff was courteous and polite. Especially when dealing with my 6-yo’s ever changing mind!
My husband has been unable to find an unsweetened iced tea to compare to his fave at home and he finally found it here with the legendary Bojangles iced tea! Success!

Chicken is pretty good here. Some of the best fast food fried chicken you can get. Large selection of Sides too.

My hubby was super excited to try this place after a co-​worker mentioned it. I thought it was middle of the road fast food chicken. We tried the cajun chicken which was ok — the extra cajun sauce I added to it was very good! I might have to come back just to steal some extra sauce packets! I wonder if they sell containers of it?

I am a chicken lover and try as many of the different chicken places. I tried Bo Jangles today and liked their chicken. Not as good as Publix but pretty good. I loved their mashed potatoes with gravy and their biscuits. They out shine KFC in this aspect. Clean restaurant and friendly staff.