It's true, you should never meet your childhood heroes, it never works out, they are built up to be this veritable bastion of perfection, they can do no wrong, in your mind's eye or indeed on your pre pubescent taste buds they are nothing short of wondrous.
Now.. that last bit might sound a bit odd if I were speaking about a person, illegal even... but I'm not, I speak of KFC and my childhood memories of going there on a very rare occasion to get a snack box. I can remember it vividly, all hot and tasty and greasy and lovely....every time I have gone on a diet in my latter years I swear to myself I will indulge in just a small KFC visit once I have lost the excess blubber, I never did, until now.
Yesterday I stopped into KFC Dundrum and the first thing you notice is how grotty the whole place is, really, the adult in me wanted to turn tail immediately, the child within however demanded we stay and have at least a few chips... if not a piece of chicken
So, food duly ordered myself and son sat down to indulge... you know, once we have cleared off a table and worked around the clutter.
In fairness they don't salt the chips which is a bonus for a parent stuffing chips into a cranky 2 year old in lieu of real food and they don't taste at all bad but the chicken is not what I remember ...or maybe it is and I've grown up a bit.
Bottom line for me: probably the best food in the world after a feed of beers but other than that I'd sooner go to Supermacs... MUCH nicer!! read more