KFC — Restaurant in Gallipolis

Placed a $50 order online for food that sat for over 25 mins prior to my pick up time, I asked to speak to the manager when another girl flipped out on me cursed at me and attempted to charge me like she wanted to fight but was restrained by her co workers Sad part is I called the owner of this restaurant Artust Nipp and told him of the incident. From our first conversation he made it out to be like it was my fault any of it happened I told him to check his cameras and that would back my side of the story and see how I was treated. he told me they don’t have cameras. It’s 2024 what restaurant doesn’t have cameras these days anyway the owner said he would call back once he investigated it. 2 weeks went by no call back so I called him and he basically told me I’m the one who was causing trouble when all I did was ask about why my food was ready 20 plus minutes before I was even suppose to pick it up. VERY UNPROFESSIONAL his crew told him a completely different story and left out the part where I was cursed at and charged at, with “no cameras” it’s my word vs the entire staff there and he chose to believe them I would’ve expected the manager to be more professional and tell the truth but she didn’t. When I called him back he basically told me it was my fault and hung up on me. Real professional right? I even called right back and wouldn’t answer my call. I wouldn’t spend a penny at this place it’s disappointing to say the least of how my situation was handled and how I was lied on and made to be the bad guy but that’s ok I just won’t go back and I would advise anyone else to not go to this location in gallipolis because it’s operated by complete trash people...

Every time I step into this fine establishment, I’m greeted with an enthusiasm that rivals a halftime show. The second I cross the threshold, I hear it—

“RICK, HOW IS IT GOING MAN!!”

I feel like the most significant person in the world with that. Rob may have received some sort of motivational training from KFC, but I have no doubt that he would win a presidential election on the strength of his hype alone.

It's time to discuss the chicken. The food is crunchy. It's brilliant. It's equivalent to a heartfelt letter to my palate. I think I hear angels singing in the background when that first bite occurs, or maybe Rob is just enticing a new guest. Mashed potatoes? As smooth as a lullaby. The biscuits? More fluffy than a cloud napping. The 11 spices and herbs that are hidden? Rob is much too strong to divulge that kind of information to us simple mortals, and I'm 90% certain he knows what they are. To be honest, KFC should put Rob's face on every bucket of chicken if they ever decide to make a mascot that is superior to Colonel Sanders. The secret recipe lies in the man.

I will return soon. And I'm certain I'll hear “RICK, HOW IS IT GOING...

First, could I post negative stars? We arrived at 8:50pm, the store closed at 10:00pm. We ordered, went to sit down, half the tables were blocked due to being cleaned for the evening. As soon as we began to eat, a girl started sweeping rugs next to our table. Her co-worker advised her not to do so while we ate, she argued with her and continued. She rolled the rugs up and threw them onto pinball game. She worked that broom like she was sweeping a sidewalk. I could hear the dirt bouncing off the walls. We moved to the farthest table away. It must have been one that was already cleaned, because she began to complain to her co-worker and we overheard it. The co-worker was the smart one, she distanced herself from us and continued her cleanup of the entrance. The witch with the broom acted like she wanted to confront us, by then my wife was justifiably angry, and she wisely retreated to the back. The food was mediocre at best, and we were left wondering how the younger generation in this once great country will ever survive when those with any sense and common manners are gone. KFC River Road, ...