We came to Newcastle in order to pay homage to what had been touted as the hugest KFC in the known universe. If location is everything, someone must have read the tea leaves in order to site this red and white blob across the road from a community health centre.
I must say, if the tardis is bigger inside than out, this KFC appears much bigger from the outside than it actually is within. Woefully understaffed, which held up serving time considerably. Moreover, junk left piling up on tables created an unchic shab funk.
We wanted hot and spicy but none was to be had. The chicken pieces that did emerge from the coop were tiny, with an odd boiled in oil taste. The crumbs were soggy. The overall taste, decidedly unappetising. Thankfully, the trusty chips were yum.
We will be in no hurry to scurry back to this gargantuan temple to the Colonel. Junk food should always come in super size portions. KFC well knows that and usually delivers. Shrinking the bird and all but turning it into shredded chicken soup will hardly please the punters.
Oh, and whose idea was it to make access to the dunny something not even a well seasoned NSA operative could manage? read more
