KFC — Restaurant in Hanford

Dear Colonel, I hope this message finds you in good health and happiness. I stopped by this evening to purchase a meal. I took the time to look at the website to see what the menu had to offer. I found meal #16 to my liking. Who wouldn't enjoy a Crispy chicken sandwich made with the Colonels original recipe. So having my future meal in mind I got in my vehicle and drove to your establishment. I approached the register and was greeted ever so kindly. When asked what i would like to eat "A number sixteen" floated from my lips to the ears of your staff. I paid for my meal and received it in no time at all. I re-entered my vehicle and began my journey home. Once I arrived I placed the vivid white and red box upon my counter and was overtaken with glee. Instantly the aroma of your top secret blend of herbs and spices flooded my sense. i reached nirvana. I opened my eyes to peer into the box and my body turned to stone as if i had locked eyes with Medusa. Low and behold a soggy grease filled slab of depressing chicken was starring back at me. All forms of excitement and bliss had rapidly escaped my body. after overcoming my sadness and disappointment i regained my will to live and began eating this sorry piece of lame chicken. I was unsure if i received a biscuit or a pet rock to go with the substandard poultry. this was all accompanied by a little shrimp lookin tiny kitty cat saucer sized bowl filled with white abscess like ooz topped with a brown sauce. come to find out the number sixteen on the web is really a number fourteen in the store. I find this to be a critical failure and large lack of communication. Colonel Sanders? nah. More like private first class Sanders due to the failure to engage in this atrocity. My advice to the next generation of KFCers don't rely on the faith and good standing of the website and the physical menu at this joint. cuz dey...

I saw a commercial last night and realized I hadn’t treated myself to that crispy flaky chicken skin in awhile. So I got on my best value meal outfit and slipped into my worn out crocks and rushed to my nearest KFC. With a watering mouth I stared at the menu before I settled on the classic and spicy chicken sandwich. The service from ordering to receiving my food was the definition of fast. I should’ve known the speed of service was them handing off a time bomb. Once I got home I tore into my sandwich with determination and purpose. Each bite was winding up the clock counting down to my demise. I woke up in a hot sweat no thought in my mind but survival. My instincts took over as I found myself on the toilet hands gripping my seat like I was on the challenger 1 space expedition. My toes curled and dug into my bath mat like an Alaskan Kodiak Brown Bear ripping into an unsuspecting Salmon. As I grit my teeth my consciousness faded as a shed a few pound in just sweat. Once I was finished I struggled to my feat and into the shower. With no comprehension of time or responsibilities I cried as I felt another wave of pain rumbling and sloshing in my stomach. I started my morning in tears and fear as I thought I was going to die on my porcelain throne. By the time I was done and On my way to work reality started to creep in. When I parked my car I was 30 minutes late to work. See I got the chicken sandwiches for a little less than $15 assuming I got a deal. Well with the added cost of my tardiness those chicken sandwiches took something more valuable than money. They took my time and my dignity. I’m writing this before I have to go talk to HR about my tardiness today and I’m scared because I know they won’t understand the trauma I went through...

I’m probably prejudiced because I absolutely love KFC and I always have, and it’s really nearby my house so I go there often. I recently went with a friend although I usually go through the drive-through, so we decided to dine in for my first time ever. It was late so there were very few people there so the atmosphere was quiet and everything was really clean. There was a Hispanic man working the counter who was not young like most fast food workers are normally now, and he was the most efficient counter worker I’ve ever dealt with. He dealt with a couple, and another couple with two kids, and my friend and I, who all seemed to get there at the same time, so quickly and efficiently that I was stunned. I can’t say he was super friendly because he didn’t really smile or chat, but he was busy and focused and I was really impressed with him. I’ve been a manager and have trained staff a lot in my past, so I really take notice of that kind of thing. Still one of my favorite fast food restaurants in town, and this man really deserves kudos. I wish I had taken his photo because he deserves to be a star...