Popeyes Chicken

I went to Popeyes. Ordered a family meal that comes with 3 sides. This is how it went:
G: Can I get Mac and cheese, mash potatoes with extra gravy.
Cashier: It comes with 3 sides.
G: Yes, I know. And a Cajun rice. But with extra gravy please.
C: Okay, so mac and cheese, mash potatoes with gravy, and a Cajun rice. Is that all?
G: Yes, and the extra gravy.
C: Okay. The total is $ 35.08
I pay, and wait about 10 minutes. She comes over with my bag of food and repeats the order back to me.
I look in the bag and see 1 gravy container.
G: I’m sorry, excuse me, I asked for extra gravy.
C: Extra gravy is $ 2.17. Next in line.
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$@#^*% YOU. I $@*#%ING HATE YOU. I WOULD’VE PAID THE STUPID 2.17 I just wanted extra gravy and I asked you for it more than once. I hate you.
I know what I’m getting when I go to Popeyes. It’s not a gourmet meal. It’s some good fried chicken that clogs your arteries. But sad to say, I will NOT be coming back — at least to this location.

I love health and wellness, am huge into holistic healing and organic living, drink green juice, eat raw kale and practice yoga but let me tell you, all of that means nothing when I have a hankerin’ for some fried chicken!
I always get the tenders which have always and I mean always been hot, fresh and juicy. My go to side is red beans and rice because it’s equally as delicious and makes me feel a little less guilty about putting deep fried food into the body that I try to keep as alkaline as possible: p Seriously though, this place is high on my list of recommendations for some oralgasmic artery cloggin’ cuisine!

Food is good but charge for extra BBQ sauce really irked me plus not the best English speakers

Very convenient location as it is right outside a friend’s subway stop and bus stop. But the first time I ate here I got food poisoning for 3 days … so needless to say, I’m NEVER going back.

All I remember is that when they had some lame special on chicken the line was out of the door and they did not have the decency to tell people before they ordered that the wait would be 45 freakin minutes!!! Ok, I do like their chicken and biscuits and will go back but never again for one of those stupid specials!!! Arrrgghh!!!

Hosting out of towners for a work conference and they wanted to take a walk and have fried chicken for lunch. So bizarre, visting NYC for the first time and they want to eat fast food rather than sample any number of the local restaurants.
Since this was their visit, I took them to Popeye’s where they placed their orders. We were told that these orders were not among today’s specials so we would have to wait a while for them to come up.
We waited.
We waited.
We waited.
Our hour for lunch had 20 minutes remaining. The order came up finally and we checked the bags to ensure we had received the correct selections. We had not. We were then told that we either had to take the options they’d given us or wait some more for the correct ones.
We now had limited time to return to the conference and eat something beforehand; we opted not to wait further. We didn’t bother to correct the amount charged and paid for orders never received.
I’m sure the employees regular partake of the establishment fare which makes this a testament to how bad chain fast food is not just for the body but the mind. Dopes.

Heartbroken and lonely, I wandered into Popeye’s. I’m not sure why, or how I even got in there. I stepped off the train and came to in front of the loud woman who wasn’t really paying attention to me.
«No lady. I don’t want soda.»
«Are you sure? It’s only a dollar less w/​o the soda.»
«No, no soda.»
*she proceeds to place an order with soda*
«What kinda of soda do you want?»
«Didn’t I just tell you I don’t want soda?»
«But ma’am, it’s only one dol…»
«Look, I know what I want & what I don’t want. I don’t want to be with a man who chooses to hang out with his friends over me. I don’t want to be with a man who uses double negatives. I don’t want to be with a man that says „feets“ but has a Master’s degree and I don’t want a fucking soda! I’m already eating fried chicken from a fast food restaurant, I don’t need the extra calories and fake sugar. Ok? Take off the fucking soda.»
Why did she look so shocked? I mean really, I’m standing in front of her with a gym bag, red puffy eyes, holding onto my dead cellphone, willing it to work, ordering fried chicken with red beans and rice. If I say I don’t want soda, she should just stop trying to sell me soda.
The red beans & rice are actually quite tasty, I don’t know why people don’t give it love. The chicken was crispy and the breast was the size of my face. I got a stomach ache from it, but then again, I get a stomach ache from all fast food. After I was done eating I realized that fast food and fast love are only good for the moment, in the long run they’re not good for you, and leave you unfulfilled and empty. I’ve given up both.

Lol I hope you guys laugh at this review, but come on its Pop eyes this is like the cathedral of chicken at least for me right now until I find a spot that’s better. The Cajun Louisiana chicken and cajun fries are better than advertised I actually cry when I think of them, they’re so good, I haven’t had them in a while but I’m sure ill get it soon. the biscuits also compliment the meal, omg so good and with butter forget it, haha it might give you a raging hard on the biscuits are that good. The location is eh, but hey that’s why you go through the drive thru!

Its clean. but I don’t like the service. and using the bathroom is such a hassle

Ordering chicken from Popeye’s is like voluntarily going to the dentist for a root canal. Why the hell does the machine feel the need to yell out my order?! Its plain stupid to do that, I am but 2 feet away from the damn thing and its yelling offers, prices, money exchanges, and further instructions at me. No way, I mos definitely do not need a machine yelling at me when I order up greasy fast food. Popeye’s — get on that. Right now.