Krunchy Fried Chicken

I love businesses with blatantly ripped-​off names. It always makes me wonder how the dozens of meetings went. Did they sit round and go «Let’s spell it with a K. You know, like that Sanders place,» or is it more subtle? Do they go the whole process without once mentioning a certain Kentucky-​based chicken eatery, then if anybody points out the similarities they put on a performance dripping with false naivety, emphasising that they had no idea? Whatever it is, you ain’t fooling me Krunchy Fried Chicken. I have the eyes of a hakw.
Actually, there’s very little wrong with this place. The chicken’s all good and if you end up going before it closes, they’ll give you heapings of chips that make you wish you’d brought a wheelbarrow.

Fried chicken shops always seem to have a knack of picking the most unappetizing sounding names — does anybody really want chicken which could be described as being ‘Krunchy’? I doubt it anyway. This place does floured, greased and fried chicken as good as anywhere in Liverpool outside of Chicken Bazooka. They even have numbered menu options should you end up stumbling here after a few too many lemonades. In fact, I would imagine that sort of transaction makes up quite a large percentage of their trade. So if you’re not feeling a bit drunk then it might be an idea to fake it when you order from here — they’re probably used to that now, I’m not sure that they would even recognise an order that wasn’t gargled out of a beer-​sodden mouth.
Where was I. Oh yes, decent fried chicken — cheap enough but if you can handle the walk I recommend you make the pilgrimage to Chicken Bazooka near the Adelphi hotel, the taxis go from there anyway.