KFC

The people work at this KfC have no clue of what they were doing. Such mass confusion!!! This place is dirty! We were there waiting in line for 10 minutes with no one in front of us, the workers just stare at us (probably thinking we were some aliens and not from Earth). The cashier said they ran out of chickens to another patron. So upset we left without ordering anything :(. Do not recommend this place to eat. I rather take something from the trash then eat there.

Horrible! Horrible! Just find another KFC to visit if you want fresh food. The manager (Paul) is very rude.

(Disregard Tony C’s review. There are two KFC’s on Little River Tpke; this location does NOT have a Taco Bell.)
Look, this is KFC. If you like it, this location is fine. I have eaten in approximately ten times, service has been fine.
Location a little tough to get at. Right after the exits for 395, a left at a short light, close to an IHOP.

Desperation, makes a horrible dinning companion. I had my son with me and after a late doctor’s visit I thought I could just swing in and quickly grab some chicken strips for him. Nope.
Everything in this place, from the unusually large, yet sparse seating arrangements, to the overhead menu bathed in florescent lighting hurt all the sense in my body. There were only 3 other people in this location, including me, and I felt like it was the longest I ever had to wait just to order a meal.
I was up next, but it felt like the closer I got to the cashier the more repelling the place became, so I looked down at my boy and said we’re getting out of the joint, and vowed to him we would never step foot in it or any other monstrosity like it again.
Until I took him to McDonald’s for some Chicken McNuggets. The lil dude was starving man.

OH NO!!! Last night, my Family and I swung by the Taco Bell /​KFC on Little River Tpke (via drive thru). To our surprise, an employee was filling containers w/​coleslaw «WITHOUT» I say again, «WITHOUT» gloves. She too, was wiping and clearing away excess from the containers with HER HANDS!!!
Damn, i should have taken a picture of it! Again, it makes me think… hmm, what really goes on behind the scenes of fast food restaurants :-P ENJOY!!!

I went on a wednesday night at 6pm to find a line of three people, a mountain of chicken, and apparently 2 people working the counter. After waiting 5 minutes as the lady in front of us customized her order by wanting to hand pick each piece of chicken that went into her bucket she finally stepped to the side. Alex behind the counter was trying but couldn’t handle the pressure of three orders and started freaking out, especially because the printer stopped printing receipts. He told everyone they were out of chicken and started rationing off the last pieces of chicken in the window and bartering between existing and future orders. The next batch of chicken would be ready in 30 minutes but he didn’t tell people that when he took their orders.
After another 5 minutes of waiting and another women who ordered who changed her order multiple times during and after it was my turn to order. I got my order in working with Alex and his bartering system for the mountain of chicken so I could get the hell out of there and to where I needed to be with dinner. At that point «the manager» we’ll call her came out and fixed the printer, she was all too excited to be «the manager» and was clearly not interested in helping out any of her employees.
At this point employees started showing up in the background but they weren’t doing anything or helping Alex. One started (started is a loose term) to put chicken in the fryers, another one started walking around in circles in the background of the kitchen. Meanwhile Alex starts to work on filling orders and forgets half of what everyone had including my order. At this point the line backs up and he stops filling orders and starts taking orders for chicken he apparently can’t sell that is piled up in the chicken window. People are pissed it will be 30 minutes until chicken is ready and start storming out of the restaurant. One of the ladies in front of me wants a refund and that sends «the manager» in a tizzy because she won’t wait 30 minutes for chicken at a fast food restaurant and that Alex never told her it would be 30 minutes.
After «the manager» handles the refund after much cajoling from Alex, he returns to filling chicken orders. 20 minutes later he fills the order in front of me and then my order. Ooops he forgets biscuits from the lady in front of me, and 6 strips from my order. The lady in front of me starts literally trading out the chicken she got with bigger pieces in the window that she didn’t pay for and did it multiple times with different employees.
I got my 6 strips and got the hell out of there.
How this place continues to stay in business is beyond me. Service is terrible, understaffed, and really one of the first times I felt that the employees (Alex tried) did not care one bit about the core reason why they exist. 6pm on a wednesday, completely «out» of chicken is ridiculous. I love KFC but this one is the worst.

I should have known that receiving our food in a matter of moments would not be a good sign. Decided to order the grilled chicken. It was dry and cold. Potato wedges were cold and mushy. Only item that was good was the coleslaw.

Ok, I went here today because my wife wanted to try the new hot wings they have. Horrible experience — it almost brought me to violence. Luckily, I remembered that engaging in violence would only allow me to remain hungry so I refrained.
Remember that commercial jingle they used to have? The one that had the hook line as:
Everybody needs a little *clapclap* K-​F-​C!
Yes, well, the lady that was at the front counter needed some KFC alright — a Kick in the Freaking Crotch. Straight shot to the tunnel of love.
Wow Jake — such strong feelings!
Yes, well, first, you don’t scowl at me when I ask you for a napkin because I just washed my hands in the bathroom that you’ve OBVIOUSLY done such a great damn job maintaining. I think the lack of paper towels and the festering poop soup of feces, toilet paper, and urine were clear clues that someone was neglecting the «hourly checks». So yes, after I nearly contributed additional ingredients from my breakfast to that soup (I didn’t out of the bio-​hazard fear of the poop soup coming back onto my face — yeah, we all have had those bender nights where eau de toilette took a new meaning), I wasn’t in the mood to hear your retort of, «there’s paper towels in the bathroom. use those.» Go do your hourly checks that you’re paid to do lady. And make sure you wash your hands before you touch my chicken.
Speaking of which, we then order, she takes our money, and without washing her hands, proceeds to start handing food. Always a great sight, eh? You know, I really love the «magic glove syndrome» that a lot of people seem to engage in. You know, the one where because you’re gauntleted like MJ — you think that nothing is going to get on your hands bacteria-​wise. Little do you forget the wonderfully cogent medical concept of cross-​contamination when you keep the glove on, handle my money, touch my food, and then reply with «but I’m wearing gloves» when I call your sanitation standards into question.
Finally, if you’re going to talk on your cell phone, I’m much more tolerant if you at least take my order (even if you don’t necessarily acknowledge me) while talking. I’m not so tolerant of, «you need to hhhhhold on — I am tawking». Uhh… excuse me? This ain’t Pop Copy (for the Chappelle Show fans out there).
Anyway, I think this would be better this place just closed down and became a Popeyes. I can at least tolerate bad service in a Popeyes. Something about those fried apple pies…