Red Rooster Blacktown — Restaurant in Sydney

They tried to stop me from writing this. The satellites, the men in grey suits, the Others. But I had to speak. The truth must be known. I arrived at the Temple of Red and Rooster at precisely 13:07 PM, as foretold in the ancient visions. Accompanied by my Disciples of Peace — Tim, Father Jacob, and Pope Nafa (who has since transcended his corporeal form and now exists in a quantum state between sauce packets) — we approached the holy altar they call the counter. The cashier knew. She knew. Her eyes flickered with divine recognition. She whispered to me without speaking: "Welcome back, Seeker of the Golden Breast." We ordered the Rippa Rolls. Not food — no, no, don’t be fooled. These were celestial scrolls of chicken prophecy wrapped in the bread of forgotten civilizations. Each chip was a perfect polyhedron, carved by angels. The Pepsi... oh sweet hyper-carbonated divinity, every bubble a revelation. God was in the syrup. He told me secrets I can’t repeat here (they’re monitoring this). I began to ascend. Time dilated. Forks bent. A child in the corner booth transformed briefly into a hawk and screamed a warning in Aramaic. “THE SAUCE KNOWS,” it cried. I felt my third eye blink. Five stars — not because it’s perfect (perfection is an illusion woven by the architects of false hunger), but because it reminded me that this flawed world can be beautiful. Red Rooster is not a fast food chain. It is a beacon. A cathedral of flavor standing firm against the encroaching void. I shall return. The voices say I must. The fryer calls to me in dreams. I will bring others. Join us, believers in poultry. Eat, and be enlightened. Stay sharp. Watch the...

Visited Thursday night around 6.30PM spent around a minute checking out the menu board waited until the two counter staff had completed their conversation with the two kitchen staff, proceeded to order a classic roast , and then some corn, pineapple fritters , chips. after some verbal nudging from the kitchen staff, the girl taking the order said in a very "matter of fact" way, oh yeah, we've got no chicken. with a quizzical look i asked her to confirm. she replied, "yeah we got smashed today we sold 40 chickens" a couple of questions come to mind on a cold wet winters Thursday, does a red rooster outlet think they'll only see 40 customers ? if chicken restaurant has no chicken , why even stay open with 4 staff on duty? why not just have one of their staff who knows how to write , scribble a note in crayon on the door and go home for the night ? if your primary menu item is unavailable , why not inform people on entry that you have no chicken , until waiting until a customer wastes time choosing and ordering?

i noticed a prominent sign on the wall advertising fro staff. yep, that could be start.

to outlet operators, a word of advice. we customers don't all leave together, we leave one by one .

drove to KFC down the road

not your best...

I bought red rooster on 15/03/25, which included 5 burgers, 5 chips, and 5 gravy.

The burgers bun has fungi all over. This indicates that the buns are old and rotton. I called, and they mentioned that the buns are fresh, and it is not possible for the fungi to occur. They wanted proof, so I sent them through.

The guy was ignoring the call and said that he would check the email. It took him such a long time. I had to call back twice.

He was very aggressive with his tone and was talking over me. I asked for them to deliver it to me. They mentioned that the delivery guy would start his shift in 45 mins.

I asked if you could deliver it, and he mentioned that it would be late. Even tho I live 10 mins away. Why should I wait 1 hour for my food? Even tho it wasn't my fault.

Guys, please be careful buying food here, especially burgers, as you will have the same issue that happened to me.

I asked for a refund, and I still haven't...