KFC Manly Vale — Restaurant in Sydney

As i was making my way to my girlfriends for dinner. Edging my way through the various arterial carparks that connect Western Sydney to the Northern Beaches. I receive Intel that dinner was to be Taco's!? (Last thing you want to hear after a long day onsite, without eating second breakfast, lunch or arvo tea.) I did what any self respecting Tradie would have done and punched a search for the nearest MacDonald's enroute. Google maps with its state of art timing and precision, precisely gives me the location of the nearest MacDonald's that I've already past and is too much of a headache to double back too. Following is the list of MacDonald's in no apparent order, for me to make an informed choice. Only after i navigate to the second page which contains the relevant address details. (I don't care who you are. This is obviously the most convenient way to do this whilst driving.) The longer story shortened to keep you interested.. I turn my nose up at the suggestion of a detour to Brookvale MacDonald's and head to the nearest KFC, being Manly Vale.

The young woman taking the drive through orders, got off to a good start. Pleasantly spoken, efficiently took my order without a stutter.. However. Nothing could prepare me for what was awaiting me at the window. As i reached out to grab the drink included in the combo i assumed i was about to receive. My heart sank out of my chest and my hand began to shake. And i let out a broken hangry cry ¹ "but i ordered a large.. And a normal Pepsi, not MAX! Please! I need sugar! Gimme some sugar!" [¹= dramatisation for entertaining purposes] The pleasant voice I'd heard come from the stainless covered speaker just earlier. Pleasantly informs me that she has only charged me for a regular instead of a large.. looks me dead in the eye and doesn't even flinch. During this time, she's changed the MAX for an original Pepsi and it holding the can in front of her like some sort of forcefield preventing any further correspondence in relation to fixing my order? What could I do? It was too late! I then realise that i have already got the poorly constructed cardboard box containing whatever she made me order, on my lap?? I take the can of Pepsi and make my way to the nearest car parking spot and endure further sole damaging disappointment. The chicken contained the expected glass and a half of oil but had the consistency of calamari. The chips were more like parrallel organised rehydrated mash potato of random lengths. They may have been on the same bench as the chicken salt at one point in time? But that's about it. The dinner rolls tasted like cardboard until i realised that i was actually eating cardboard because they forgot to put them in the box, i didn't order them or its the result of quantum physics? I wont bother explaining the gravy as it's too hard to relive the trauma. Lesson learned- If a drive through is empty at that time of the day. They are either being robbed or the food isn't worth writing...

I had an outstanding experience at this KFC, and I have to give a special shoutout to Morgan and Jamie — two incredibly professional and courteous team members who truly elevated my visit.

From the moment I walked in, Morgan greeted me with a warm smile and handled my order with speed and precision. Jamie, clearly a man of strength and efficiency, kept the service line moving like a well-oiled machine. Both gentlemen carried themselves with a level of professionalism you don’t always find in fast food — friendly, focused, and genuinely happy to help.

My meal was fresh, hot, and exactly how I ordered it. But it was Morgan and Jamie’s attention to detail, positive energy, and top-tier customer service that made this visit exceptional. It’s not every day you walk into a fast-food restaurant and feel like you’re being treated like a VIP — but thanks to these two, I did.

KFC, you’re lucky to have them. I’ll...

The past few weeks I have experienced my yearly KFC craving. So I hoped on over to my local KFC. When dining at fast food establishments my expectations are always low but this was bad even by those expectations.

It scares me that I was willing to eat at this establishment when my first thought was "when was the last time someone cleaned this place". The parking lot was littered with chicken bones feast upon by the pigeons. The self service screens were suspeciously marked and every table looked like someone had been finger painting with a tub of potato and gravy on them.

Looking into the the kitchen was like seeing the mines from Indiana Jones and the temple of doom. This is just an empire run by 14 year olds. Despite the pricey food, disgusting environment and damage to my stomach I will give this a 2 stars. Only because I like that wet napkin you get to clean...