Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers — Restaurant in Irving

So…this was was my first time at Canes. Tbh, had very high expectations. From the toast to the fingers I was hoping for a high class fast food experience. As this is a monumental step in my journey of adulthood I was hoping for it to be filled with joy, laughter, and diet Dr Pepper. And I will say, two of these things were achieved (NOT THE JOY🤬). As I entered the portal to chicken galore I was hoping to be greeted by a friendly grin…however expectations are just that: an expectation. Instead, a lady woman of non childbearing years had a mediocre attitude. And was very uninviting of me, a Northener, to her establishment, a chicken store in a southern town. I digress, her attitude towards me when I said I DID NOT WANT iced tea or lemonade was appalling. I am allergic to sugar, and I often phase allergophobic attitudes… but at other fast food establishments my needs are seen, understood, empathized, and most importantly met.🥺 with an unfriendly scowl, she rudely and insensitively asked “ BOTTLED WATER OR FOUNTAIN WATER” 💦💦💦 in the northern territories of the great US of A🦅🦅 we don’t have fountain water. Anyhoo, this experience was both delicious and disheartening. While I may return (TBD) I hope we can reflect on this experience as a learning moment. Perhaps Canes may now fund an allergy awareness campaign ( also what happens if you’re allergic to chicken… in todays economy NO VEGAN OPTIONS????🍆🍆) while I’m not vegan, I wish my counterparts that are would receive such food as well. Goodbye for now, see you on...

There's poor customer service, and then there's downright cruelty. The employees at the pick-up window were remarkably mean. I ordered 5 box combos and when I got to the pick-up window, one of the associates inquired if I ordered a Post Malone cup, to which I confirmed. Then he asked for my order, and I showed him my receipt. I received 5 drinks and 3 box combos, but it was only as I drove away that I realized my order was incomplete. I circled back to the long queue and at the pick-up window, explained that my order was missing items and, given the long wait at the queue, I wanted everything to be freshly prepared. At this point, one of the associates implied that I was attempting to steal food, even suggesting that she had personally prepared the meal. Thankfully, modern technology, likely in the form of cameras, would show the truth. Could you please review the camera footage from 9:32 pm, when I made the payment, to confirm the number of boxes handed to me in a white Infiniti SUV? Still maintaining a calm demeanor, I insisted that my order was incomplete. I was asked to wait at the waiting area at the side of the store. I waited for so long that I eventually had to join the queue for the third time. Of course no apologies given or acknowledgement that there was an error. This entire ordeal consumed an hour, and by the time I got home, the food had turned soggy and failed to meet my family's expectations. This terrible experience will be etched in my memory for...

Raising Cane’s: the chicken tender temple where my girlfriend’s cravings rule and my wallet willingly submits. If love is a language, then hers is spoken fluently in Cane’s sauce and Texas toast.

Let’s talk about the chicken—it’s like they raised these tenders on motivational speeches and spa days. Crispy, juicy, and golden, they somehow make every other chicken tender in existence look like a sad freezer nugget. And then there’s the Cane’s sauce. I don’t know what’s in it (probably classified), but I’m convinced it’s the reason world peace hasn’t been achieved—people are too busy dipping.

My girlfriend’s order is a masterpiece of simplicity: chicken fingers, fries, and extra toast, with an unreasonable amount of Cane’s sauce. She takes one bite, and suddenly, all her problems disappear. As for me, I just sit there, marveling at the power this place holds over her soul.

The vibe? Simple and efficient, because let’s be real—you’re not here for chandeliers and mood lighting. You’re here to eat chicken so good it could convince you to start a fan club.

So, if you’re wondering where to take your girlfriend to make her happier than a kid at Disney, Raising Cane’s is the answer. And if you’re single, well, Cane’s sauce might just be your new love language. 10/10 would dip everything...