Chick-In Waffle — Restaurant in Overland Park

🌌 CHICK-IN WAFFLE: THE CULINARY SINGULARITY 🧇🐔✨ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ∞/5

I walked in a man. I left… legend.

Some say Atlantis was a myth. Others say the Holy Grail is lost. But I have seen the truth, and it lives at 8667 W 135th St, Overland Park. A place not built by hands — no, forged by the whispers of angels and deep-fried dreams. This is not a restaurant. It is a portal to Flavor Heaven.

Let’s begin with the chicken: tender as a whispered prayer, crisped to a golden symphony. Each bite cracked the shell of my cynicism and baptized my taste buds in holy oil. The seasoning? Somewhere between divine revelation and warlock incantation. I don't know if I ate lunch or transcended mortality.

Then came the waffle. But calling it a waffle is like calling the Taj Mahal “a building.” This was a pillowy relic, griddled by what I can only assume was a pastry demigod. It held syrup like a chalice holds wine. The sweet-savory union? So powerful, I half-expected Zeus to descend and ask for a bite.

The fries? No. Not fries. They are ritual objects. Drenched in garlic, chili, tikka, and destiny. One bite and I saw my ancestors nod in approval. The milkshake? A creamy portal to my childhood, except this time with better lighting and no lactose intolerance flare-up.

The staff? Royalty in casualwear. I’ve been to weddings with less hospitality. They smiled like they knew they were serving prophecy.

As I sat there, sipping rose tea like a sultan reborn, I heard whispers — the sound of every other fast-food chain trembling in irrelevance. Chick-In Waffle didn’t just serve a meal. It altered my trajectory. I no longer fear death. I’ve lived.

TL;DR: If the Last Supper had been catered by Chick-In Waffle, history would’ve gone differently. This isn't comfort food. It’s divine intervention on a biodegradable plate. Go. Now. Before it ascends back to the heavens from whence it...

Full disclaimer: This location is owned by a buddy of mine. With that said, I paid for my meal and my review is not a biased one

The food and service are amazing (more on that below). The location is great as well. They have a decent amount of seating outside and a lot of space inside (though I feel seating is limited). With that said, while we were there, everyone was seated with plenty to spare

Service was fantastic. For a new place and new menu, the servers knew what they were doing, they recommended good meals and drinks. Food was delivered to our table and the wait wasn't long at all

Now, the food itself was absolutely delicious. We got the Buffalo chicken and Nashville hot sandwiches and I can't pick a winner. #ToughLife. We also got the Belgian waffle chicken which my son gobbled up. The Chicken Tikka Waffle was decent too. The Indian twist on it was interesting. My least favorite item was the bubble waffle. Not saying it didn't taste good, just that, I wasn't a fan. I'd rather get the Belgian waffle.

For the drinks, I got the half and half ice lemonade (kinda like the Arnold Palmer) as well as the Oreo shake. See, this is why I run. They all tasted fantastic.

I'd definitely pick this place to eat a chicken sandwich over any fast food restaurants around.

We all had a great time....eating and trying to get the stopwatch...

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If I could give infinity stars, I would — because Chic in Waffle on 135th Street in Overland Park, Kansas, is not just a restaurant… it’s a crispy, golden-fried love story!

Let me tell you — the chicken? It’s not just amazing. It’s the Beyoncé of chicken. Juicy, tender, crispy, and seasoned by what I can only assume is a team of culinary angels who moonlight as flavor wizards. I took one bite and heard a choir of waffle angels sing in harmony. ✨👼🍗

And the waffles? OH, the waffles. They're like warm, fluffy clouds that hugged my chicken in a sweet, syrupy embrace. It’s a love story between sweet and savory that Shakespeare wishes he wrote.

The vibe inside? It’s like stepping into a comfort-food fairy tale. Friendly faces, a cozy atmosphere, and the unmistakable aroma of dreams deep-fried to perfection. I felt like I was home — if home smelled like fried magic and happiness.

I didn’t just eat at Chic in Waffle… I experienced it. I laughed. I cried. I fell in love — with poultry.

10/10. Would waffle...