KFC Nishi-Shinjuku — Restaurant in Tokyo

Right, this KFC...brings back memories of that hazy summer of 2007. Already desperately cramming for those cursed entrance exams, I had parked myself here, fueled only by greasy chicken burgers and cloying sodas. What stood out in my endless monotony of self-study was a benign affair of two young men arguing outside one afternoon, as the suffocating summertime heat progressively gave way to a growing autumnal chill in the air.

The truth is, I could not forget how impossibly alluring those men were. Both of them had a commanding presence, easily towering over most. The man right outside by the glass had luscious jet black hair casually tied up in a half updo and an easy — albeit wistful — smile, while the other had such brilliant white hair that it appeared to shimmer silver in the sun as if a heat mirage, and an equally explosive temper to match. I could not make out their dispute clearly, but it certainly looked acrimonious. Heck, it might've even been a break up, for all I know. Eventually, Mr. Jet Black sauntered away from Mr. White Heat, as placid as the latter was agitated. A few moments later, Mr. White Heat came into the shop, purchasing the sweetest soda on the menu in an attempt to collect himself.

As though given a reward for observing so keenly, I met those eyes of his as he lifted his downcast gaze. It was merely a split second, but I was instantly captivated by how they flashed like the hottest blue supergiants of this galaxy, appearing to pulsate as they were quickly rimmed with glistening tears that streaked hot and fast down the curve of his cheeks...

Ahhh. Now I no longer live in Shibuya or Tokyo for the matter, but sometimes when I pass by a KFC somewhere in another bustling metropolis, where the sunlight streaming in has just the right hint of balmy nostalgia, I think of these two young men... I wonder how...

As I walked down Shinjuku, I had to cross the road to get to the other side. You could smell the aroma of the 11 herbs and spices in the air while I was waiting... waiting for him. I began to stare at the cluck preparing what I was going to say. This KFC was the place where it would happen. As I turn around, a hensome man with white hair shows up. Impeckable timing from him. If only it could have been like this all of those times I needed him the most. I tell him what I needed to say and lay it on chick. As I turned and began to walk away, I felt the intent to kill for a split second, but knowing him, he must have chickened out. This is goodbye my friend. You were the wind beneath my chicken wings.

In all seriousness, the staff was pretty cluckin' patient with having some gaijin live out his weaboo dreams in...

Sorry to say, my experience with the KFC that I had on 18-May in Shinjuku is worst ever KFC that I had in my life so far. First of all, it appeared to me that KFC provided is some wastes or not sold KFC which is cooked for long time just dumped to me. On top of this, the KFC is not at all crispy.. Its appeared its just dipped in the oil and given to us as it was so oily. Not sure what kind of KFC is this. My family was so hungry and my 6 years daughter was also set with so much expectation with KFC as she likes it so much in India, but, here, we found, its totally soft and very much oily. Its really embarrassing to have this and utter waste of money. I hate to have any more KFC in Japan with such a kind of dustbin food your guys provided. I never wrote such a worst review to any restaurant so far. God bless...