KFC Loganholme — Restaurant in Logan City

They clearly put Meth in their chicken because I don't know why else I keep coming back here. I've waited for 45mins alongside 30 other of Logan's finest specimens for 9 pieces of chicken. I assume now that my body has wasted away and become accustomed to a diet similar to a Somalian orphan, the sudden influx of greasy, fatty calories will make me vomit immediately after ingesting them. They're currently up to order 4128 and I'm 4133. Apparently they just called out an "express" order for Mark. Mark has been here longer than me. There are exactly 2397 tiles in the mosaic to the left of the counter where you order and one of the lights is on a 2 degree angle compared to the rest. 4129 has just been called and the lady has let out an audible 'whoop whoop' and fist pumped the air... Sigh. If you are reading this, assume that I have died of malnutrition waiting on my order to be called. They just called my number and with an happiness in my heart I approached the counter only to be told that they've ran out of chicken and are cooking another batch... It'll be 15mins more. I've begun a game where I give the other patrons of this fine establishment a back story... The 60 year old grizzled concretor is called Barry, he's a Croatian immigrant who escaped his war torn land to start a life in Australia despite only knowing 5 English words. Barry sinks xxxx bitter like a champion and occasionally strikes his wife, Greta, but she says she deserves it. On the other side of Barry is Sally. Sally works at the doctors surgery onsite however aspires to one day move to Vegas and be the lead in a musical production... Oooh my numbers up. EDIT: THEYVE GIVEN ME ALL HOT AND SPICY WHEN I ASKED FOR A 50/50 MIX. THISNIS CLEARLY...

Wow… I got (incorrect) ingredients thrown into a bag. Should’ve been a wrap - the packaging was open, the tortilla was open with ingredients fallen out everywhere, tortilla was hard and stale one end, chicken was cold, wrong sauce (I requested different sauce). It wasn’t until I’d driven away that I looked into the bag and didn’t have time to take it back. I submitted a complaint and got a call from Callan - the 19yo assistant manager - who spoke to me with such disrespect and attitude, complained about my online complaint, called me “obnoxious” and “rude”. I couldn’t believe how a staff member was speaking to me!! When challenged about his attitude he(?) said “I don’t care!”, “if you want respect, you need to learn to give respect”, “I don’t need ‘some associate’ from the public trying to tell me how to live my life”. These quotes are accurate - I was typing what he was saying in my notes while he was speaking because I was in disbelief. He refused to give me his managers details and asked if I’m stupid, suggesting that I was asking for the managers personal number. Unreal experience. Assuming Callan packed my ‘wrap’… Can’t believe they’re paying these people....

The team here on a Friday night (7pm, 30/6/23) were working overtime. They were definitely under the pump, and the whole crew were scrambling to keep up with the demand. I was really impressed by their diligence and professionalism.

There were two people in particular that I admired. A young man with glasses and a mullet remained composed and focused amidst the chaos and brought a calming presence to the team.

There was also a young woman with black hair who I believe was the manager. She worked really quickly while holding an appreciative and encouraging attitude towards her team as well as a courteous and accommodating disposition towards her customers. Amidst the stress, she was always kind to the customers and even had the headspace to anticipate their needs before they asked.

I'm very thankful for these two pillars of the hard working team, as I'm sure there are others. May God continue to grant them and others the grace to thrive under such trying circumstances. Thank you for your service,...