Carnivory, parte the first.
I finally got around to trying KFC's much-touted Double Down sandwich today... I was famished, running late, and wouldn't be home to eat something proper & cheap for at least an hour. Perfect excuse to blow $5 on a temptation.
Verdict: a resounding 'meh'.
The slice of pepper jack was unphased by the chicken, so clearly they were near room temperature when the sandwich was put together. The spiced mayo was nice enough, as was the bacon, but, seriously... meh.
And in retrospect, not releasing this menu item during the Atkins craze (not thinking of it in time; however you wish to phrase it) was the oversight of the decade for KFC.
What a lazy, lazy boy I am. It's taken this long for me to open a page whereon I can blather endlessly about my navel lint. And naval lint (which is slightly salty). And navel lent (during which time I refuse to store meat in my bellybutton).
About Me
- Emrys Eustace, hygt Broom
- Just your average, work-a-day 14th-century clerke/21st-century optical engineer, looking for meaning in all of this, and for a job.
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