KFC

Fried Coronary
But it’s soooo good.
That’s right. I’ve been here several times during the resplendent teen years of not having to worry about what I ate when I was at my friends place and my mum was not present to monitor that I was eating Made In America food.
I’d go all in the 18 piece meal complete with the biscuits, mashed potatoes/​gravy and coleslaw. And as I’m rolling out of the parking lot, I’d usually reach over and grab a leg to munch on the drive home in the family 1987 Nissan van that they recalled due to sporadic engine fires.
My sister would be munching away on a biscuit and at every haphazard turn I made to get us back to doctorsville (where all the doctors who worked at Woodland Memorial would jump into their Mercedes to drive across the street to work) these biscuit crumbs would find their way and wedge themselves between the seat cushions.
In addition, the hot crunchy chicken wings were even worse, but so good. Spicy and crunchy and you know each bite delivered a waiting stroke to the heart.
Oh, yeah.
Now, I have not been to a KFC in years, ever since I saw PETA or the Humane Society release the videos of chicken farm workers abusing the poor birds on their conveyor belt to death-​by-​beheading. Come on, people, a little dignity for the deserved. That was just pure BS.