I think most of you know my Mutts, Frankie and Sammy:
Now why the silly look on Sammy’s face? well, he’s just heard his favorite word in the world; "Bubbles". You see, Sammy lives for his "Bubble Buddy" flavored bubbles; just mention the word and he’ll stick his head up "huh?" And run to the backdoor, panting, with his tongue hanging out, sometimes barking with a desperate "rawr-rawr-rawrrrr", or sometimes he’ll do all his "tricks", in order; down, sit, beg, shake hands, roll-over, give me 10. If we’re on a walk, he’ll grab his own leash and run home. It’s gotten to the point that we have to spell out, B-U-B-B-L-E-S whenever we talk, god forbid he learn to spell!
Now what the heck does Sammy have to do with Popeye’s Fried Chicken you may ask? Well, not to long ago, a friend of mine told me; "You know, Kirk, there’s not much that differentiates us from animals. Just a few thin strands of DNA." Well I’ve found the truth in this when it comes to Popeye’s:
We’ll be watching television, and the Missus would say; "Popeye’s?", and I’d run to the front door keys in hand, panting, tongue half hanging from my mouth, saying; "Ok, ok, let’s go."(rawr-rawr-rawrrrr?) If she doesn’t think that we should go, I start doing all of my tricks; mostly hints like "Popeye’s would reaaallly be good", and such. (Maybe rollover might work?) It’s a darn good thing that I can spell P-O-P-E-Y-E-‘S, though if she said it in Mandarin, I may not understand.
I’ll put up with alot for my Popeye’s; the ever shrinking pieces of chicken, the blase’ service, even the fact that they regularly run out of spicy pieces. But for us, Popeye’s is only for chicken nothing else. Frankly the sides, suck. The fries are usually soggy in a minute, the cole slaw tastes funny, the mash potatoes and gravy has bits of pan scum, and though the Missus likes the Red Beans and Rice. We once left them in the frig, and when opened the next morning a whole layer of white waxy saturated fat was revealed. The onion rings used to be good, until they changed them to something called "Onion Stix", that look like left over pieces of onions dipped in batter and fried.
Yes, it’s just chicken, nice and juicy, spicy, with a streak of spices running down the inside, crunchy on the outside, chicken:
It’s usually the Dark Meat(w/Tabasco) for me, and the Breast and Wings for the Missus and the Boyz. The next day, it’s the leftover pieces and some Musubi (onigiri). Prices? Well there’s always some deal going on; 13 pieces for $11.99, 9 pieces for $7.99, 15 pieces for your old used car or boat.
Oh, and don’t get on my case about making fried chicken. I do know how to make it. But after 10 hours of work, and a week of oncall, I ain’t going to get the kitchen all greasy!
Just give me Popeye’s. I guess, Sammy and I are alot "closer" then I thought, maybe he really is my son?
Popeye’s – They’re everywhere!
Hey, don’t forget about me…..
