KFC Fawkner — Restaurant in Melbourne

The air at KFC Fawkner clings to you like an old memory—greasy, sticky, and just a bit too comfortable for its own good. You walk in, lured by the intoxicating scent of fried chicken, as if you’ve just crossed the threshold into a carnival of sin. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting an almost eerie glow over the battered tables, where patrons sit hunched over their buckets of glory, eyes glazed over with the quiet resignation of people who’ve long since surrendered to their own vices.

Let’s talk about the chicken. Ah, the chicken. It arrives at your table hot, glistening with oil like a freshly polished weapon. The crispy coating, so golden it could have been blessed by the gods themselves, hides the soft, tender meat underneath. It’s the kind of meal that feels like an indulgence, the kind that whispers promises of fleeting satisfaction before the inevitable regret. The moment you bite into it, there’s a brief flash of divine pleasure, a burst of seasoning so perfect that you question everything you’ve ever eaten. But, as with all forbidden fruits, you realize too late that you’ve bitten into a trap. The grease clings to your fingers, and soon your lips, and finally your soul, as if trying to remind you of your fleeting mortality.

The sides, those humble, unassuming accomplices, are just as guilty. The mashed potatoes, drenched in gravy that could only have been concocted in a place where taste and common sense had long ago been sacrificed, beckon you in a way that’s almost sinister. And the coleslaw? It’s not just a salad, it’s a crunchy, creamy promise of a slow, delicious demise—each forkful pulling you deeper into the folds of your own indulgence.

But no meal here is complete without the biscuits. Oh, the biscuits. Soft, pillowy, and so addictive they should come with a warning. These biscuits are the kind that seem innocent at first glance, the kind you would smile at from across the room, thinking you can handle it. But when you bite into them, you realize you’ve made a pact with something darker. Each bite is a reminder of your weakness, your inability to resist the allure of comfort wrapped in dough.

The staff, perhaps the true ghosts of this place, move with the quiet efficiency of people who’ve seen it all. Their expressions are a mix of apathy and weariness, as if they’re resigned to the endless parade of greasy gluttony that passes through the doors daily. There’s something oddly comforting in their disaffected presence, like a reminder that, despite the moral rot around us, some things remain unchanged.

KFC Fawkner doesn’t just serve food; it serves an experience. A slow, soul-crushing descent into satisfaction, followed by an avalanche of guilt. You’ll leave feeling full, but you’ll also leave with the sense that you’ve just been complicit in something far greater than just a meal. It’s a reminder that, in this life, we all dance with the darkness, one crispy...

I want to preface this by saying I love KFC. It has always been, and will always be, my go-to for when I need food to-go. I’ve lived and visited all over Australia and easily been to hundreds of different locations.

That said, this is hands down the worst KFC I’ve ever been to. Not just once or twice, but CONSISTENTLY. I have the great displeasure of now having to call this KFC my local and it’s so bad I’m starting to drive 15 minutes down the road to the second closest one.

The food here is always bad. Overcooked, undercooked, dry as hell, burnt, cold, soggy, old, what have you. It’s always the lowest possible quality you could receive. The lettuce specifically is always rotten, like not just wilted but a goopy brown science experiment.

On top of that, it’s a COMPLETE GAMBLE on whether you actually receive what you order. I’ve learned you have to sit at the window before pulling off because something WILL be wrong every time — and to add to the flame, the workers here WILL fight you on it too. There is zero communication between staff. If the person at the first window tells you to get your drink at the second window, you better be ready to stand up for yourself because they won’t believe you didn’t get your drinks. Paid for sauces and they’re not in the bag? Same situation. Multiple times I’ve had this happen and when I bring it up, I’m told the person at the first window should have given them to me so there’s “nothing we can do about it”. I’ve had multiple different workers straight up refuse to give me items that I’ve paid for.

At least with drive thru or going in you can double check your order and try to get what you paid for if it’s missing. This is me warning you not to order delivery from this place. You will not, under any circumstances, get what you ordered. I’ve had the complete wrong order show up 4 times now. Every other order has had missing items or wrong items or some sort of error. And yes, they still have some sort of issue with giving you your drinks and sauces because again, I’ve never received mine when ordering delivery.

Anyway, I highly recommend staying away from this KFC unless you just...

I had the absolute pleasure of being served by Aisha Mughal at KFC Fawkner, and I honestly can’t stop smiling about how wonderful the experience was! From the very moment I walked in, Aisha greeted me with the warmest smile and such a friendly, positive attitude that instantly brightened my day.

It’s not every day that you meet someone who genuinely loves what they do — but with Aisha, it’s clear in every single thing she does. She was professional, patient, and incredibly attentive, making sure my order was exactly right and that I had everything I needed before I even had to ask. Her confidence, kindness, and upbeat energy made the whole atmosphere in the store feel so welcoming and cheerful.

What really stood out to me was how caring and genuine Aisha was, not only toward me but toward every customer she served. She treated everyone with the same level of respect, warmth, and positivity — it’s the kind of customer service that you don’t forget. It honestly felt like she went above and beyond just to make sure everyone left happy.

The food, of course, was great as always — fresh, hot, and delicious — but it was Aisha’s amazing service that truly made the visit special. People like her are the reason customers come back again and again. She represents KFC Fawkner in the best possible way — with pride, enthusiasm, and genuine care for people.

Please pass on my deep appreciation and thanks to Aisha for her outstanding service. She absolutely deserves recognition for the joy she brings to customers and the way she raises the bar for customer experience. If I could give more than 5 stars, I absolutely would! 🌟

Keep up the amazing work, Aisha — you made my day, and I’m sure you make many others just as happy...