The distance between my home and this Popeyes makes my trips to this location feel like a pilgrimage where my spiritual awakening lies inside a piece of fried chicken. Ever since I stumbled at a Popeyes in Orlando when I was a teenager I have been the franchise’s most loyal customer. I think it is because we were born in the same year. Whenever I go to this location, I always get the same great fried chicken and the same amount of drama on the side. Whether it is a manager yelling at customer who is complaining that the chicken was undercooked(really?), or some baby daddy waiting to settle the score(more than once), there is always something going on. But for sure is good to have some good fried chicken. If you have read my reviews, you know that not even the grim reaper will make me flinch, specially if there is food in front of me. A plate of food in front of me is my universe, and if the food is right I will forgive the fracas. That said, Popeyes serves the best fried chicken. Period.