I had high expectations going into this new adventure, which seemed to be a great stop for some fried chicken and a variety of sauces. As I pulled up I gazed upon their massive menu, literally wanting to try a little bit of everything since they offer multiple chicken varieties and wraps. My wife got the spicy barbecue wrap and I got the 5 piece chicken tender meal which comes with a drink, fries and two sauces of your choice off of their sauce menu which has 17 options I believe. Their customer service was phenomenal and I felt good paying $20 for two meals. And here's where everything started spiraling downhill- as I opened the box when I got home, I looked at some soggy fries saddened to be sitting next to soggy chicken as well. I thought this could be redeemed until I looked under the wet chicken to find a piece of toast that was probably buttered 3 weeks ago and flattened by whatever heathen made it. I then decided to open the sauces, the SLIM sauce and ranch. I'll start with the positives and say that the ranch was great, but the SLIM sauce tasted like the byproduct of expired ketchup and my grandmothers bunion sweat. This sauce is literally the abandoned stepchild of sauces, and that's putting it nicely. On to the next meal-- the wrap. On the board in the drive thru line it looks like God himself wrapped a crispy piece of chicken in a warm, tomato infused, yellow tortilla kissed by Christ himself but instead we received something that looks like it had been hit by a North Korean tanker. Again, the fries looked like they belonged three thousand leagues under the sea only to be discovered by the same people that found the titanic, and the toast yet again looked like it was suffocated and sat on by Slim Chicken himself, then pissed on in the form of butter. My wife got the mango habanero which had the after taste of hydrochloric acid mixed with pop rocks and also got the distasteful SLIM sauce which is truly a detriment to society. I'm sad to say I ate every bite of my meal out of hunger, not satisfaction. I hate to say this, but I would not send my dead hamster to Slim Chickens for chicken, or even an attempt at revival with the pheromones produced by the toxic gas sauce known as mango habanero. I felt like I needed to go to church and have a demon cast out of me after what it did to my bowels as well. I created a toxic gas bomb because of this food that would put any major nuclear war attack to shame. If I could, I would ask for a refund or at least some pepto bismol because I may now chronically suffer because of this experience. I am being gracious with two stars only because the people are so incredibly nice and happy that you're trying the new Waco spot. Overall, Slim Chickens in Waco is the worst of all the chicken joints. read more