This is going to be a job for  Dynamite Monkey, and I'll tell you why. We're moving Hucker's bachelor stuff out of the house, and into his new married place, so all the worker boys (and girls) were getting hungry, and the vote was for KFC. Okay, I volunteered.

If you were fortunate to taste the Colonel's chicken back when he was peddling it to restaurants himself, as I was, you know what it's supposed to taste like. Hands down, the best chicken anywhere. I have never ... NEVER! had anything remotely near that quality from out of a KFC, store. One of the problems is so elementary that I can't believe that, in nearly 50 years, it hasn't been solved. If you put hot crispy chicken into an enclosed container, the stream turns the crust soggy. Duh. So, today I ordered "Crispy," which still suffers on the way home, but not as much. Didn't matter, the girl gave me "Regular" crust any way.

They used to have 21 pieces, now the largest is 16 pieces for $.20.00, or $32 if you want the dinner ( mashed taters, cole slaw, and biscuits). We only wanted the cole slaw (the best there is, IMO) so I ordered two sides at $2.95 each for "large." You see what I had in the bag when I got home. Little-bitty 1 ounce containers. I am not going back and complain. Instead, I have connected Dynamite Monkey's detonator wires, and the next time someone at the zoo pisses him off, KA-BLOWWWY!. There goes that KFC. In my cyber head, anyway, which is what counts.