Post by ThePieMan on Feb 21, 2017 15:32:55 GMT
Today I went and got some laser printed copies of the vials and got me the hankering to go give the Corporation some of my money
I parked in the car park, got out and walked to the door. No smell's or aromas from the diner.
I went in, a small, noticeable aroma, but nothing that screams, stomps, and yells, warmly wraps its arms around you and gushes, "Welcome old friend! Get a whiff of that! The best chicken in town!"
Well… its seemed more like that when I was, littler…
I ordered the 3 Piece Original with coleslaw and a Pepsi plus a tub of mash and gravy, and sweetcorn on a stick. Then took it all back to my car to do a number on it.
I sniffed into the bag of chook, but was underwhelmed by the aroma, or lack thereof. There was something, but…
I then tucked in, peeled the coating off, it was kinda crunchy and there definitely was a small hint of something bitey-spicy but I couldn't put my finger on it, beyond the small black flecks that I presume, like everybody else, that it's black pepper. The chicken itself, lacked flavour, even just chicken flavour, although it was apparently quite juicy, and masticating the meat was reminiscent of eating confit of duck in a mushy, pasty, kinda way, but without any of the taste. I finished off the chook all the way down to the greasy fingers after, and was left with a feeling similar to that after a first day and sleepover, where anticipation and pre-fantasy had absolutely nothing to do with reality.
All that lingered was an uncomfortable, stick mess and the singular thought, "don't touch anything let's get this cleaned up, quick. Uggghhh…
I turned my attention to the chips, potato mash and gravy. This used to be my favorite bit, dipping the chips into the potato and gravy…
…but the chips had chilled by this time, and the gravy had no flavour, was a clear, thin, cornstarch-based gravy, with minimal chicken flavour, and no punch from th seasoned flour they used to make it with. So I packed it all up and went home… I had an idea…
I parked in the car park, got out and walked to the door. No smell's or aromas from the diner.
I went in, a small, noticeable aroma, but nothing that screams, stomps, and yells, warmly wraps its arms around you and gushes, "Welcome old friend! Get a whiff of that! The best chicken in town!"
Well… its seemed more like that when I was, littler…
I ordered the 3 Piece Original with coleslaw and a Pepsi plus a tub of mash and gravy, and sweetcorn on a stick. Then took it all back to my car to do a number on it.
I sniffed into the bag of chook, but was underwhelmed by the aroma, or lack thereof. There was something, but…
I then tucked in, peeled the coating off, it was kinda crunchy and there definitely was a small hint of something bitey-spicy but I couldn't put my finger on it, beyond the small black flecks that I presume, like everybody else, that it's black pepper. The chicken itself, lacked flavour, even just chicken flavour, although it was apparently quite juicy, and masticating the meat was reminiscent of eating confit of duck in a mushy, pasty, kinda way, but without any of the taste. I finished off the chook all the way down to the greasy fingers after, and was left with a feeling similar to that after a first day and sleepover, where anticipation and pre-fantasy had absolutely nothing to do with reality.
All that lingered was an uncomfortable, stick mess and the singular thought, "don't touch anything let's get this cleaned up, quick. Uggghhh…
I turned my attention to the chips, potato mash and gravy. This used to be my favorite bit, dipping the chips into the potato and gravy…
…but the chips had chilled by this time, and the gravy had no flavour, was a clear, thin, cornstarch-based gravy, with minimal chicken flavour, and no punch from th seasoned flour they used to make it with. So I packed it all up and went home… I had an idea…