KFC Takapuna — Restaurant in Devonport-Takapuna

Now, if only one could give out zero stars, I would. Having arrived home after two days driving a long-haul truck, I thought I'd get KFC delivered. I was out of hours anyway and couldn't legally drive a truck so, thought it best not to drive the car. I went online and ordered a bucket meal and a couple of burgers for the family. 30 mins later, the driver dropped off our meal. Cool right? No, not at all cool Colonel Sanders! The driver had called just before he arrived so, I had his number when I discovered the two burgers were missing and the chips short served and cold. He answered, I told him the problem and I was fobbed off and told to call KFC. Ha! I called the 0800 number, went through the various menus and when forwarded to the branch got a message saying call back later. Forget that! I want my burger! I called six times and messaged six times.

Time for a visit.

Into the car and down to KFC i go. The son drove. At KFC we parked. Immediately upon exiting the car i was confronted by a large man with tattoo on his face. He very politely told me he needed some money for himself and his wife. I showed the inside of my wallet, empty. He asked if perhaps I could expand my meal and gift him some. Now, understand this. I am no stranger to poverty. I have been desperately poor but, never had the courage to plead with strangers for food or money. It takes guts to do, and I appreciate men with guts more than those with none. I walked in the the KFC store with more determination to right this wrong than a character in a western. I wait for the young minimum waged girl to summon me to the counter. I hold the phone to the pathetic plastic Covid-19 screen and showed her my delivery receipt email. She turned as white as a Fijian Indian can. She knew who I was and what I was doing here. I pronounced loudly the story she already knew to the ears of all about the KFC ship. I made it clear that I had a family of hungry people at home that wanted to beat me and drink my blood from a boot if I didn't return home with a corrected and hot meal. She argued that all I was due was the burgers. I went all call centre psychology on her and repeated myself three times to great success. She was going to replace the meal, the delivery charge is nonrefundable. I took a few steps back and engaged in polite conversation with the big man replete with tattoo. After a time my meal with chucked on the counter with as much grace as the girl could muster. Eye contact was made. I won the KFC battle. I grabbed the bag. Every human in the shop knew who big tattoo face man was and that he was begging. I already had the bucket of chicken at home. I had no good use for a second one. Yes, I reached into the bag and gave big face tattoo man a 10 piece bucket of chicken in front of everyone.

The burgers were OK. The chips were cold.

On my calendar at home it is written. "No KFC for twelve months"

Two things really got my blood boiling with this experience. You didn't honour the contract by delivering my food. You don't answer your phone, it goes to a message.

I'll get my revenge by not laying a cent into your hands for 12 months. I won't buy my softball team KFC to celebrate wins for twelve months. That normally costs me $160 8 times a season.

You messed with the wrong cowboy tonight. I'm...

A Culinary Revelation: An Exquisite Journey Through the Art of Fried Poultry

Nestled unassumingly amidst the bustling streets, KFC is a masterclass in refined indulgence. Upon entering, one is greeted by the intoxicating aroma of meticulously seasoned poultry, a scent so divine it evokes memories of childhood comforts and culinary excellence. The ambiance, though understated, allows the true star of the experience—the food—to shine without distraction.

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Service was impeccable—efficient yet unobtrusive, with an unspoken understanding that great food requires no elaborate ceremony. The entire experience, from the first savory bite to the final sip of our refreshingly crisp Pepsi, was nothing short of a triumph.

KFC is not merely a fast-food establishment; it is a testament to the power of comfort food elevated to an art form. A visit here is not simply a meal—it is a rite of...

Take out night tonight, went through the drive through, not too long of a wait, food was what I expected, not bad at all, bar the chips. Bought the family a Family Feast Bucket which included10 pieces of Chicken, any 3 large sides and any 3 Dipping Sauces. However when ordering I requested 1 chips, 1 potato gravey, 1 coleslaw, then was told that they had no chips as their chip fryer had broken down. The staff member was friendly and very apologetic, not his fault, these things happen so what do you do, never mind I guess. Moving forward as I reached the pick up window I was told the chip fryer was now working which was great, kids will be happy, I didn't even have to wait for those freshly made hot chips, yum, man that was fast. Anyway got home with the food, opened the bag and discovered that one of the hot sauces had leaked through into the bucket of chicken, these things happen, never mind ill eat those bits too, yum. But then I went to dish the chips up and discovered that the chip box was very empty and cold but hey if the chip fryer was now working why were the chips cold and box very empty. I felt as if they had scraped together what they could and gave me the dregs, left overs. Very disappointed, I felt as if I was lied to and cheated. I'm a regular here and can't remember ever being disapointed. KFC Taka you really dropped the...