KFC

Jesus Mary Joseph… I never thought I’d get out of there. You place your order, you pay, it pops up on a screen that any and all can read clearly. Yet it took 5 tries to get a large mashed potato, small green bean, and 2x biscuits right? Either everyone in there is on drugs, or just flat out can’t read.

Veronica who identified herself as the manager said that Echo, the owner, was too old to have an email and couldn’t be concerned by the fact that I was trying to place an order at 11:10 because they closed at 11:30 and they weren’t taking orders or accepting walk-​ins. I think I understand the 1 star rating based on that. Makes me rethink my loyalties.
Echo– you either need to get down with email or start over with your staffing. They’ve done a disservice to the kfc franchise.

For the price of a 3-​piece chicken meal, you too can enjoy the mark of the beast, 666, which is this KFC’s street address. The experience is infernal. The food hellish.
It might be the fast-​food equivalent of the Hotel California. Enjoy!

Worst KFC ever. We pulled in the drive through and waited fifteens mins at the intercom without even a hello. We were completely ignored then after growing extremely impatient we pulled up to the place where you get your food in the drive through and didn’t even see anyone there but the intercom was on and we could hear the workers yelling. About «where the mashed potatoes y’all» They def were open and not busy inside from the looks of it. After twenty mins or waiting in the drive through we just said EF it and drove home to order Chinese. When I have been inside ordering they usually ignore you for the drive thru customers and this time it was the other way around. Worst customer service ever! Wanted to call and complain do Unilocal is the next best thing. So if you drive through. Consider yourself lucky if they even acknowledge you and day hello. We said bellow five times through the intercom with no response. Very disappointing!

I can’t believe I haven’t done this yet.
I grew up in the fast food heaven that is the Midwest; where you could find an Arby’s, KFC, McDonald’s, Wendy’s, and Taco Bell within a block of each other.
Here, it’s bodegas instead so I get pretty jazzed for fast food.
I almost shit my pants with glee when my friend and I stumbled upon this gem.
Undeterred by the B in the window, we moseyed on in.
And then ordered through bulletproof glass.
My friend got her tenders super fast, but I had to wait 10 minutes for fresh ones to be passed to me through a bullet proof lazy-​Susan box.
This time gave us ample opportunity to do a little people watching.
Never before have I experienced such incompetence. Not only by the employees, but also the customers.
«Do you have.. . «
“How much is.. .»
HOLY SHIT, THERE IS A MENU RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!
«Uhh.. . «
“I don’t know.»
HOLY SHIT, THERE IS A MENU RIGHT BEHIND YOU! ALSO, YOU WORK HERE!
Literally every goddamn patron that walked through the door had absolutely no idea how KFC works.
Anyway, my friend’s strips were old and dry but mine were tasty.
They’re super stingy about sauces, though.
–1 star for my loss of faith for humanity.

My God! The horror! First, I’d like you to note that the address of this place is 666 Bushwick Ave. 666 is actually the mark of the beast.
Second, I’d like to focus your attention on the fact that diarrhea is probably a worst case scenario if you have a date in a few hours. I went here with one of my pals, he’s a real playboy and he had a date with a ¹⁰⁄₁₀ that night.
We got in the drive through and a bunch of cars pulled in behind us. Mind you, once you’re in the drive through, there’s no going back. You’re locked in. You can’t reverse if there’s people behind you and you certainly can’t drive away because there’s no where to go. I checked the menu out and they advertised a bucket of chicken for something like 12.99 When I ordered it, the woman said $ 17.45 I was like «hey, there’s a price on this menu that says something else» and she shot back with some wisecrack about how there was some additional fee’s or something.
I was stuck in the drive through but I couldn’t justify spending that much money on KFC, I didn’t want to blow my load on just chicken. I’m not a wealthy man, you guys!!!
So I ordered a 3 piece and some sides and my friend instantly got stomach cramps. I guess he shit in his only pair of jeans and had to rock a pair of my gym sweatpants, then he shit in my sweatpants. Have you ever shit in someone else’s pants?
I will never go back here again, unless Popeye’s down the street is closed. Then I’ll probably wind up here again though.