Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen — Restaurant in Aurora

Disclaimer: “every month is black history month if you do it right”

If you asked me about my thoughts on Popeyes chicken, I’d say they’re doing it right. Fried to perfection. But If you asked me about my thoughts on Popeyes chicken on a deeper level, I’d say….

Oh, honey, let me tell you about the most profound, soul-stirring experience of two black folks savoring Popeyes like it was a holy communion. Picture it: two melanated foodies, united in crispy, golden glory, embarking on a culinary journey back to our roots, one chicken leg at a time.

We strutted into Popeyes like royalty, heads held high and stomachs rumbling louder than Grandma's Sunday sermon. We ordered with a swagger that could only come from knowing you're about to feast on the nectar of the ancestors. The cashier handed us that greasy, orange bag, and we felt a spiritual connection stronger than any Wi-Fi signal.

As we bit into that first piece of chicken, the crunch echoed through the heavens. Angels sang, trumpets blared, and Colonel Sanders himself must have shed a single tear of jealousy. We were reminded of backyard cookouts, family reunions, and that one time Cousin Ray-Ray tried to fry a turkey and nearly took out the garage. Good times.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" I asked. "To get to Popeyes, where the flavor's at!" We laughed so hard, we nearly dropped our biscuits. Speaking of which, those buttery biscuits were so divine, they had us speaking in tongues. “Hallelujah, pass the honey!”

And the sides, oh my, the sides! Red beans and rice so good, it made us want to write love letters. Coleslaw that could solve world peace. And let's not forget those Cajun fries, seasoned with enough sass to make Beyoncé jealous.

As we sat there, devouring every last crumb, we reminisced about all the best times. Auntie’s house on a hot summer day, sneaking an extra piece of chicken when no one was looking, and all the burnt scars from a hot comb. It was a time machine made of crispy, juicy goodness.

So, if you're looking for a meal that's more than just food, that's a trip down memory lane with a side of giggles and joy, Popeyes is the place. Just remember to bring a brotha (not a brother - no hard “r’s”), an appetite, and maybe some extra napkins. Because when black folks eat Popeyes, it's not just a meal…it's a celebration of heritage, humor, and all things...

JOLANDA OR JOLANA (name tag was barely legible,) was a nightmare to deal with. I came at about 8:30 PM during a fairly slow time. I had to repeat my order I kid you not seven times. I say mag I please have __

This is the 3rd time so have ever been to Popeyes and this is the 2nd time I have gone to this location because it is closest to my house. If it wasn’t for my first experience in Thornton being good, I would probably never come back. I came to the Parker rd location on my home to get a drink my roommate and I ordered a coke the employee said got it gave us our total and we went to the window as we left we both took a big drink and found it was diet we had to turn around go back just to get told they were out. Well then tell us that! We got a ginger ale as a replacement and even the ginger ale tasted off. While they were getting us the ginger ale another customer was complaining they were given the wrong food order and was very upset and the employees just rolled their eyes. I decided to give it another chance and woke up craving some good friend chicken plus it’s a different time of day. Nope just as horrible of an experience. I was rushed during my ordering then when I got to the window there was like 4 or 5 employees huddled at the window which felt awkward but also is there no covid restrictions here? At the ordering spot I was told to ask for sauces at the window. I let them know at the window I wanted to add something to my order because I was rushed and they did that but all started whispering and giving me weird looks. Then rushed and handed me my bag of food I asked if I could get the Buffalo bayou sauce and she handed me one and 2 ranch I hate ranch. Then said have a good day I didn’t have time to even talk and realized she never handed me my iced tea. Honestly I was so uncomfortable and was nervous to eat my food at this point because the looks they kept giving me that I didn’t even go back to get the drink. Plus last week when I went I saw how they handled issues and it wasn’t great. I probably won’t go back but I just wanted the company to know how awful of reputation this location gives your company name. Also they are out of half the drink options and have been since the last...