KFC Fail
I'm not one to write about food twice in a row, but there lies this utter frustration, madness even, concerning a certain KFC meal. Something new on the menu was plastered, catching my attention the moment I entered the store. It resembled a firecracker, filled with what looked like beef and lotion. This student in some striped-shirt attempt to look taller was happily munching this triangular curiosity. Another order was being carried by the waiting guy, looking for table number 4. It was my turn to order, and I asked what ingredients this Cheesy BBQ Meltz has.
"Chicken barbeque. Some nachos. Mozarella."
Satisfactory, it seems, with the lack of vegetables. By now you likely know what went horribly, horribly wrong. Taking it home and opening it introduced me to some semi-circle shaped ginormous empanada kind of thing. Like a calzone only thinner. Taking one 'slice' among the four, I was met with the soft munch of the breading... then a terrifying crunch. A crunch I know I shouldn't hear. One that hasn't been on recent memory since I can run in the rain wearing only my underclothing without being prejudiced. The sound of green pepper being bitten. I opened the vile specimen and saw random green objects splattered all densely around; like a minefield with less field and more mine.
I know it's hard being a cashier and all, but really, 'vegetables' is just three syllables away from a customer excommunicating you to eternal damnation in hell. It might seem over acting to some, but anyone who knows me probably knows my aversion to such things on my food. It's a good thing mother likes vegetables and I like the burger she's supposed to eat. Communism triumphs once again, though I'm not sure if that's an accurate statement.
The Cheezy BBQ Meltz costs P100 with drinks. Also, I think it has too many Z's in its name.
"Chicken barbeque. Some nachos. Mozarella."
Satisfactory, it seems, with the lack of vegetables. By now you likely know what went horribly, horribly wrong. Taking it home and opening it introduced me to some semi-circle shaped ginormous empanada kind of thing. Like a calzone only thinner. Taking one 'slice' among the four, I was met with the soft munch of the breading... then a terrifying crunch. A crunch I know I shouldn't hear. One that hasn't been on recent memory since I can run in the rain wearing only my underclothing without being prejudiced. The sound of green pepper being bitten. I opened the vile specimen and saw random green objects splattered all densely around; like a minefield with less field and more mine.
I know it's hard being a cashier and all, but really, 'vegetables' is just three syllables away from a customer excommunicating you to eternal damnation in hell. It might seem over acting to some, but anyone who knows me probably knows my aversion to such things on my food. It's a good thing mother likes vegetables and I like the burger she's supposed to eat. Communism triumphs once again, though I'm not sure if that's an accurate statement.
The Cheezy BBQ Meltz costs P100 with drinks. Also, I think it has too many Z's in its name.