Bojangles — Restaurant in Charlotte

When I first sat down at this Bojangles, I noticed something odd: a piece of someone’s weave draped over the chair beside me, like it had been left behind but decided to stay anyway. Not just a stray hair, no, this was a full, committed chunk of weave. It sat there with the quiet confidence of a regular who’d seen things. Honestly, it seemed more seasoned than the chicken I was about to eat.

Speaking of the chicken… if poultry could come back as jerky, this would be it. Dry as the desert, probably old enough to be considered an antique. I’m convinced it died twice — once on the farm, and again under a heat lamp from 1997. I bit into a drumstick and swear I heard the weave sigh, “Told you not to.”

The biscuits? Harder than algebra. If a burglar broke in, I could’ve defended myself with one. Perhaps, if the construction crew down the street runs out of bricks, they should swing by here. When I bit into my “biscuit”, the weave just shook its imaginary head like, “Mm-mm, rookie mistake.”

The employees were busy perfecting their eyeliner wings instead of frying wings. It was less “restaurant” and more “beauty school drop-in.” The weave seemed unimpressed, and I can’t blame it.. contour won’t fix cardboard biscuits.

Drink choices? Mountain Dew… or Mountain Dew. When I asked if they had Coke, the cashier laughed like I’d requested fine wine. The weave whispered, “Sip it slow, sugar, that’s all you’re getting.”

The bathrooms? Looked like they’d been maintained by nobody since the Bush administration. I peeked in, and even the weave seemed to clutch the chair tighter, like, “Don’t drag me into that mess.”

By the end, I realized the weave was my only true dining companion, supportive, judgmental, and the only one honest enough to warn me through the trauma.

On the bright side, parking was great, probably because everyone else had already been warned by the weave and stayed...

I didn’t want to take it this far but this is beginning to get out of hand; this restaurants lobby is supposed to be open every morning at 5 am and right here lately, it has been closed. Even after 6am; I work hard everyday and get off to take an hour bus ride home every morning but before I hop on the bus, I usually would love to put something on my stomach and what would be better than a bacon biscuit! But sadly, for the past few weeks, I have not been able to have that experience due to the lobby being closed after 6 am which I feel really sucks and is very unfair to customers who do not have the luxury of driving a vehicle. Again, it’s very upsetting that I am made to feel very small when I go up to the door of the establishment with my mouth tuned up for a nice hot biscuit but am met with a locked door due to the many unethical reasons I have already been given that make no sense. Please. Someone stop this; I could see if this was a very bad area but it is actually a very high traffic location due to every store or restaurant you can think of being in the immediate proximity; heck, even Walmart right across the street opens at the time that they should. It also sucks to see a full staff in the restaurant and they see you standing at the door waiting to come in but literally walk right past you as if they don’t see a thing; very...

My last visit to this location was 04/14/19

I got one of the tailgate meals, because I truly didn't feel like cooking that night. I sure got a surprise when I got home. After that night I can't say I'll ever eat at another Bojangles again.

1st issue They gave me unsweetened tea with my meal (not at all what I wanted). They should have offered an alternative, not give me an obvious lie.

2nd issue My mashed potatoes look like they had mold in them. I gave benefit of the doubt and thought maybe a boberry biscuit crumb got in there. My honey ate them anyway, I avoided them and went for the dirty rice.

3rd Issue The chicken appeared to be fully cooked but was cold in the center. I figured maybe it's just been sitting for a while, Then I see one of the chicken wings had something that might be green on it,just like the mashed potatoes.

4th and NO LIE When I lifted the cup of dirty rice out of the meal box, THE BOX HAD A SMASHED COCKROACH IN THE BOTTOM! Optimism be damned, worst experience ever😢

I was contacted by corporate office for a replacement meal, after I reported the situation by email. when I called the store manager in advance as the district manager asked me, to to arrange for pick up the meal, I got so much to run around I just decided to get something else and...