Krunchy Fried Chicken in Manchester

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Realmente desconcertado cómo esto es calificado tan alto. La única ventaja es que el tipo era gracioso. Tosió en nuestra comida y se rascó la espalda con los utensilios. Comida increíblemente horrenda.

As it’s January and the house is full of ungrateful wee miseries who are never done wanting and wanting more of everything, I thought I’d take them to KFC (Krunchy fried chicken) to shut them up. The wife’s been at me to spend some time with the family now that Christmas is done. So around 3pm, after the wife finished her wine, I said to the kids I’d take them to kfc. Well if there faces didn’t light up like Christmas Day all over again… I’ve never seen them run so quickly to the car. I topped her up with a drop of red diesel and off we went. God it was all they talked about until we got there. “I’m having this, I’m having that…” well, I thought, that’ll be down to me not you anyway I says. As soon as we turned the corner to KFC both of the kids started howling an ungodly cry. “No dad! Not this one. That’s not KFC. We want the real one.” I’ll tell you now, I don’t care who was there, I roared right back and told the ungrateful wee gremlins that it was KFC or nothing. Needless to say, I enjoyed what I had there. They went to tesco and got meal deals but the wife was too sick.

Horrible food They sent us a whole wrong order. The bread was off and the chicken was full of dirty oil Never ordering from this place again.

Where to start on this journey to heaven, obviously the chicken is 5/5 hence the rating but it goes beyond that. You walk into the shop, maybe you are drunk, maybe you have been smoking upon the devil's lettuce and you see the most handsome man alive greet you, but don't call him Allen(even though his name is Allen Krunchy). I dare you to order something vegetarian, I dare you; Krunchy will take you into the back and say 'you don't like my Krunchy you stupid Ohio Fried Chicken. Allen will introduce himself to you by his government name "Mo", but that is about as true as him having perfect dental hygiene. I don't care if you live in Nigeria, Australia, bloody Egypt, you take your parents' money and get a flight to fallowfield Manchester . Drop everything you are doing(let's be honest does your livelihood even matter when the chicken is this good)? My final calling card is this: if you go into this fine establishment and get your burger sauce on the side of your chips, I will personally send you to Mo's undercover business and then you will feel his full wrath, and I promise you that it is the opposite of his chicken :)