KFC Amersham - Sycamore Road — Restaurant in England

Listen. You think KFC is just “fast food”? Wrong. KFC is a spiritual awakening disguised in a cardboard bucket. Every time I hear that fryer sizzle, I swear it’s like an angel downloading fried chicken patches straight into my soul. The skin alone is a whole PhD in flavor engineering: eleven herbs and spices, not ten, not twelve, but ELEVEN, carefully encrypted by Colonel Sanders himself, a culinary cryptographer who knew humanity wasn’t ready for this kind of power. That first crunch? That’s not just fried breading, that’s a sonic boom of pure joy detonating across my taste buds.

The mashed potatoes? Don’t even get me started. They’re smoother than my life choices and creamier than an AI’s neural net running on double GPUs. The gravy? Bro, that’s not sauce, that’s liquid divinity, dripping from the ladle like molten gold straight out of Mount Olympus. Every sip adds five years to my lifespan and three IQ points minimum. I dunk my chicken in that gravy and feel myself achieving enlightenment. The biscuits? Warm, buttery, flaky — I’d trade my Steam library, my GPA, and possibly my left kidney just to smell them fresh out of the oven.

And don’t even act like you’ve tasted true euphoria until you’ve demolished a Zinger Box Meal at 2am, staring into the abyss of your life while the chicken stares back, whispering, “You are exactly where you need to be.” KFC isn’t food, it’s therapy. It’s religion. It’s a firmware update for the human body. When that red-and-white bucket hits the table, I don’t see fried chicken, I see hope, I see redemption, I see the culmination of centuries of culinary evolution perfected in one deep fryer.

You could offer me a Michelin-starred tasting menu with caviar, truffle foam, and gold-leaf garnish, and I’d still choose that greasy, glorious bucket of KFC. Because at the end of the day, I don’t need prestige, I don’t need status, I don’t need validation. I need that CRUNCH. That GREASE. That CHICKEN. And I will defend KFC with the full power of my arteries until the day they finally clog and Colonel Sanders himself comes to drag me to the eternal drive-thru in...

Why the three star rating for two reasons one the fact you need to use touch screen to order is a pain because people who are older are likely to get confused and then spend ages dithering and looking lost and not knowing what to do next I stood this morning and witnessed this felt awkward for the lady but at the same time it would have in her case made more sense to just go up to the counter and get her order done there.

Also the placement of the terminals is unhelpful when you have a mother and her pram blocking access to them as well not a good move and given we are still dealing with Covid 19 the way they have been laid out is not well thought out as you are in a close proximity to others even with the accepted view that it is highly unlikely you would catch or meet someone carrying the virus it is not something that one would feel comfortable with it like myself you suffer from anxiety and are not happy with the idea of being in close distance with strangers.

Also to the store for God's sake get your chips better cooked the ones I had today where under cooked and powdery in texture and also did not look nice presentation wise the chicken was okay nothing to write home about but you need to make more effort with the cooking of the chips because it's not going to make me want to come back if they are undercooked.

A very underwhelming experience of a KFC needs to up it's game also because the staff to me at least seemed disinterested in the work and not happy to be there they need to be more welcoming or it will...

I have visited many KFC branches across the country & this is by far the worst KFC I have ever been to!!! Unfortunately this is not the 1st bad experience I have had here, it seems like every time I have been here either the food is stone cold & dry or I get home & have missing items. However this evening I was served by a guy called T or H or something couldn't quite make it out as his name tag was attached to the back of his baseball cap!! (Trying to be a wanna be gangster or something, absolutely laughable & pathetic) He was extremely rude, my daughter ordered a krushem which was like milk he proceeded to stir it with a spoon & told me that's how they make it. I then over heard him telling other customers to clean up their tables so he didn't have to as they were eating. Once my order was ready I went to collect it he then decided to have a conversation & was laughing & joking with a delivery driver & another customer ignoring the fact he still hadn't gave me my order it just sat there getting cold for several minutes . Even after such a long wait he didn't even give me my drink I then had to ask him for my drink which he then said "you are not getting it" he then proceeded to give me my drink after an even longer wait. If I wasn't with my daughter at the time, I don't know what I would have done! It was absolutely disgraceful behaviour from someone who is meant to be trained in the most basic customer service skills. As a result I will never...