KFC — Restaurant in England

It was a cold and wet day. Had I have been walking I would have been soaked. As it was I was driving my car so was quite dry and warm. A hunger took hold of me. A hunger so strong I believed that at any minute I might very well die. Well, as luck would have it I spied upon the horizon a sign that not only warmed my heart, it made me think of buckets too. Crazy or what? By the use of my hands I managed to wrestle my car into the correct lane, (don't worry, I had indicated and checked my mirrors prior to the wrestling) and pulled up to the drive through ordering kiosk.(I should mention that I could have parked my car and entered the building on foot and then placed my order, but I may have run the risk of having to queue with the normal people and that would never do would it? Plus, it was still raining and in my state of hunger I could never have mustered up the energy to walk and dodge the rain at the same time without the strong possibility of injuring myself or maybe an innocent bystander) So, the clear voice from the kiosk was like music to my ears. 'Hello to you' it said, 'can I take your order?' Did my ears deceive me? Was this person unsure of her own capabilities at taking my order? My heart raced. It came second, needs more practice sessions I would say! "yes please" I croaked. The hunger was really taking hold of me. "I'd like to order a Zinger Burger please". Silence..... for what seemed like an eternity. Beads of sweat formed on my brow. I wiped them away with an old glove that was on the seat next to me. Where was the other glove? I had no time to ponder such things. The glove hadn't removed the sweat, just smeared it across my forehead and it was running into my eyes. Still silence. The salty sweat drops were now mingling with the salty tears in my eyes. Then suddenly like the voice of an angel I heard 'please drive round'. Tears of joy now queued up behind the tears of panic and the salty sweat from my brow. I carefully approached the window where through the tears I could see a young lady with a headset on. She looked confused. I opened my window to pay and a gust of wind, seasoned with the aroma of fried chicken caught my face and the freshness made me cry out "Chicken". I paid the young lady and by now the tears were flowing. She handed me my food and said goodbye. She had a confused and maybe a slightly scared look upon her face. I parked up in the car park and opened the brown bag that I had placed on the seat next to me. The seat that the glove of mystery was sat on. I ate my burger and my hunger subsided. It was OK, the bun was a little dry but the chicken was good. As I collected up the rubbish I chanced a look inside the bag and then I became angry. The young lady had placed 6 sachets of salt in the bag. 6! For one burger! I wasn't planning on de-icing the car park for goodness sake. Who puts salt on a burger anyway? My angry grew and I was about to damn well have it out with the manager until I realised it was still raining. Quite heavily now. So I left the car park by driving my car and I went about my business. Will I return to this establishment? The answer is yes but I'm not sure when. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next month. Who knows? (by the way folks. The other glove was on the floor in the foot well, it must have fallen from the seat when I...

Last month, I decided I was hungry. This came as a huge surprise for me, as I am never hungry. To satisfy my need for food, I ventured into my nearest Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC as the children call it - fam). When I stepped inside to the Chicken Brothel , I immediately found myself at the counter, where I was questioned by a pimp. His name was ‘Timothy’, so I called him ‘T’ for short . Unfortunately, he did not take kindly to this, so he asked for me to just call him ‘Timothy’. So I called him ‘Tiny Timothy the pimp’ for short.

Once Tiny Timothy the pimp asked what kind of meal I wanted to take out, I just could not decide. At this current moment, I felt pressured. So I simply asked the person before me to go ahead. After that man’s order, I could still not decide! So as before, I let the person behind me go ahead. Due to my indecisiveness, this carried on all day. Eventually, Tiny Timothy the pimp approached me and told me that they had to close soon. So I asked him to order me anything, he chose me a Family Bucket with extra Popcorn Chicken. Once my meal arrived, I was famished. I ripped open the box and began to eat, it was at that point I realised, I do not like Chicken. But thanks Tiny Tim the pimp,...

Absolutely shocking service. I ordered a £19.99 Christmas Special Meal which came to £22 approx with delivery. My food was sent to the wrong address, the recipient at the wrong address phoned me to say they had my order. I contacted Just Eat to say my order had been sent to the wrong address so it was cancelled and they said a refund would be sent within 25 minutes which it wasn't. I then had to re-order again however the order was doubled up so the bill was £44 (plus £22 from first mistake). I then found out the KFC delivery drivers swapped orders to save time, the first delivery driver admitted to this. Basically the family who received my order did fantastic out of this situation, they only ordered a small meal, when they got mine it really was a Christmas Special! No refund has been given back and ive got £44 worth of wasted food. KFC use dodgy drivers in my opinion. I will not be ordering off them again or using JustEat. Disguisting service. KFC and JustEat should be ashamed of themselves. As for the incompetent drivers they need to read the delivery note. If the print is too small buy some...