Sharks Fish & Chicken

all this becase u didnt get a free mea Johnny l damnnnnnnn il give a 5.00

I am a little afraid to write this review. Y’see, when writing a less-​than-​flattering review, you’ve gotta know your audience. With that said, pleasedon’tpoundmeMrbigguywhoworksatSharks.
Ahem.
I used to TEAR THIS PLACE UP! When I worked in the area, I scoffed at those who told me that they found a place to serve chicken to rival Harold’s. Whatever. I didn’t think so. Harold’s was the closest thing I had found to ‘fast’ Southern-​style chicken in Chicago. There couldn’t be more than one of these sorts of places, could there be? There could! I first experienced Sharks with an admitted fried chicken junkie. For about $ 5-​$ 6, I could load up on multiple pieces of fried chicken, sweet sauce, fries, slaw and bread. I always skipped the bread. I’ll eat artery-​clogging chicken. I’ll eat krinkle cut fries that demand sauce. I’ll eat sorta-​sketchy looking slaw that requires me to close my eyes and swallow rather than think what’s in it and how long it’s sat out. I draw the line at white bread. Battles. Pick ‘em.
And, so it went for a few months. I would get this poultry feast (sometimes changing it up with a brightly-​colored, sugary fruity soft drink of no real brand name), make my co-​workers jealous, eat myself into near-​oblivion, and then sneak off to take a post-​gorging nap. All was well. Until, the day.
The ‘day’ came when my North Carolinian co-​worker decided to come with. After all, I’d been singing the praises and who better to enjoy some fried chicken with than another Southerner? The order started fine enough. Everything (food choices) was available. It was a decent weather day, so I opted to pick up. I walked over, picked up, came back and prepared to eat. My co-​worker said, «Have you looked at this?» In my haste to devour my lunch, I’d never really looked at it. What I saw turned my stomach. My chicken had pink parts. The slaw had a HARD coating and the cheesecake was molded. No. Oh no. How long have I eaten nastiness? Whhhyyy? WHHHYYYY??? My co-​worker, being of sass, thought we needed to go back to Shark’s and give them a what for. Me, being of working eyesight, thought the idea of confronting several large men about an unsatisfying lunch was a baaad idea.
So, I Unilocaled it.