This well-oiled establishment is tucked away in the crevices of an unsuspecting gas station. I pumped my gas, the last thing I expect to be greeted with is a honey butter biscuit with my name written all over it. That is, until I stumbled across the wonderful Krispy Crunchy. The staff's behavior can only be explained by training from angelic beings. I was greeted with a warm welcome, and an eagerness to serve my chicken desire. I opted for chicken of course, as my favorite description of food is both krispy and crunchy.
I docked a star as there is nowhere to sit- not that there should be a place to sit. It's a gas station, not a public park. What am I expecting, a dining table parked next to the Twinkies?
I ate on the asphalt outside- the food was wonderful. I enjoyed it. They do the chicken well. I did sweat profusely while eating, which docked another half-star, but these things can be avoided by simply being a normal human. And that mission, 26 years and counting, is one that I have failed. read more