KFC — Restaurant in Strasbourg

I’ve ordered and paid for just 3 wings. But the wonderful male casher naturally skipped to serve my order. I was waiting while watching the counter. So I was able to capture the moment when my order was out, with my eyes. However, ridiculously, as soon as the number 438 came out on the screen, the clerk cancelled the order right way. I saw the number disappeared right away with his work. If I had been in a hurry and I had had to leave soon whatever, maybe he would have enjoyed my order without paying it by himself. However I waited and finally made a complaint. And then amongst the clerks he took the deal and gave my order back right away. What a waste of my time and a dreadful...

Au carrefour sacré de la civilisation occidentale contemporaine, là où les vents alsaciens caressent les pavés avec une mélancolie gourmande, s’élève en toute majesté un temple de la délectation carnée : le Kentucky Fried Chicken de Strasbourg. Cet établissement, véritable cathédrale moderne du plaisir calorique, incarne la quintessence d’une tradition culinaire transatlantique élevée au rang d’art martial du goût.

Dès les premières effluves – volutes aromatiques d’huile noble en ébullition et d’épices secrètes transmises, dit-on, par des moines initiés de l’ordre du Colonel –, l’âme vacille, les genoux fléchissent, et le cœur s’ouvre tel un lotus ébloui par la lumière du seau doré.

Le mobilier, d’un plastique chromatiquement rougeoyant, évoque subtilement l’opulence impériale et la décadence assumée de la fast-foodocratie. Chaque bouchée de cuisse croustillante est une symphonie texturale, un poème en friture, un hymne gustatif à la gloire du cholestérol triomphant. Et que dire des frites ? De véritables javelots de pommes de terre célestes, tombés de l’Olympe gras dans un bain de sel cosmique.

Le service, d’une hospitalité transcendantale, fusionne l’efficacité millimétrée d’un bal robotique avec la chaleur sincère d’un câlin géant saturé d’arômes barbecue.

Ô seau bénit, ô Graal doré, Tu brilles tel un astre pané, Dans tes entrailles croustillantes, Sommeille une grâce éclatante.

Tes ailes d’or, tes pilons fiers, Font frissonner tous les palais, Et même les anges de l’enfer Demandent sauce sur leur ballet.

À Strasbourg, ville de lumière, Ton sanctuaire emplit la terre D’un doux parfum de liberté : Poulet, frites,...

Nice food but this KFC (rivetoile) was really slow at serving people compared to other restaurants of the same chain. Edit: I went back to this KFC today first visit was during the February school holidays) thinking that perhaps I had been hasty to judge last time since it was school holidays and busy. However today, a Sunday, with a restaurant that was half empty, it was just as slow which leads me to believe that they are always slow. The food is good but they are definitely a lot slower than other branches of the same chain of...