Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers — Restaurant in Baton Rouge

As I was mourning the loss of my beloved Canes on St. Charles in New Orleans to the dull thud of mediocrity, I came to the Cane's on Sherwood in Baton Rouge and was so delighted I penned this Ode:

Ode to Cane's on Sherwood

In Baton Rouge, where oaks stand tall and proud, There lies a gem, amidst the bustling crowd. On Sherwood's stretch, near I-10's roaring tide, A haven stands, where joy and chickens reside.

Raising Cane's, oh beacon of the night, Your glowing sign, a harbinger of delight. For within your walls, a secret's tenderly kept, In every bite, we've laughed, we've sighed, we've wept.

The line may wind, a serpent in its coil, Yet patience reigns, for Canes, we'd gladly toil. Around the building, double, thrice, it's true, For a taste of chicken, crisped to golden hue.

But lo! It's not the fare alone that draws the heart, It's the smiles, the speed, the service from the start. "Fast, friendly," falls short of justice due, For Cane's on Sherwood, you're a dream come true.

When hunger looms like storm clouds in the sky, Your team, like lightning, swift to satisfy. A beacon in the rush of life's unyielding race, At Canes, we find a warmly welcome space.

So here's to you, dear Cane's, a tribute song, For all the times you've righted what was wrong. For fast, for friendly, for chicken done just right, In Baton Rouge, you are our guiding light.

May your baskets always brim with that savory treat, And your crew ne'er miss a beat. In a world that's oft unkind, and patience thin, Cane's on Sherwood, you're where...

Exactly the same as it always is. Very reliable. Outstanding chicken. Outstanding texas toast and french fries. Outstanding coleslaw. Every single time. But this particular store did not have outstanding service. The girl on the registrar was either speaking to someone one the phone with an ear bud in, I couldn't see because her hair was extremely poofed out of her hat and all the way around her head. Or, she was talking to the voices in her head, which is a sincere possibility. She did seem a little bit coocoo. Also, one of the other young girls working there stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining area, kissed her male friend, perhaps husband and accepted two 16oz. cans of what looked like alcohol beverages, but in all honesty she put them into her pockets before I could read the side of the cans. She gave 1 to a coworker upon returning to the kitchen, or perhaps was just showing it to him as she was trying to get it back, but the underage coworker would not give it back. I doubt it will be investigated, but someone should really monitor that store for other illegal activity because it also appeared as though another employee was handing a friend of his a whole box of uncooked chicken out the back door. I know it was not a food transfer with another store, as I could clearly see from their behavior this had not...

Massive bone in your tenders Ruined Cane's for me permanently.

I can handle a lot of the things this Cane's has done to wear down the reputation of the business. I can handle them putting lettuce on my sandwich when I ask for none and giving a tiny little dime sized squirt of sauce on it. I can handle my extra fries being the standard portion of fries spread out to look like extra fries because they didn't make enough for the order. I can handle the sodas being flat and syrupless every other time I go there. I can handle the chicken tasting burnt because they wait way too long to filter their fryer oil.

What I CAN'T HANDLE is a 2 1/2 inch RIB BONE sticking out of the SIDE of one of my tenders the fry cook absolutely could've caught had he been paying even the slightest attention.

The service is fine enough, but this food is an absolute mess and indicative of how downhill the restaurant has gone. Legitimately cannot eat at this restaurant chain again because the thought of unexpectedly biting into a massive bone leaves me nauseous. This is supposed to be a restaurant with quality standards, not cousin Bubba's backyard...