I'm not truly big on fast food (not those I've had anyway), and in fact, I avoid them quite often unless I get a craving or when alternative options are worse. But I guess there are some times, when I do go out and look for certain things, especially when I'm out of the country. If you're still guessing, here's a 2 piece original chicken from KFC and a Coney Dog from A&W. I'm sure you might be able to surmise that since there isn't A&W back home anymore, and that the Coney Dog had been some kind of old favourite when I was younger, nostalgia demands the duty of a serving.
The original chicken here do not taste as oil soaked and are in fact, larger pieces than the shrivelled and overfried looking ones back home. The skin seems to be crispier and we had a takeaway which stood up pretty well after a few hours when I ate them on the coach back home. The slogan from old man Sanders had always been 11 secret herbs and spices in their birds. The 12th "secret" it seems, is that KFC in Malaysia uses fresh chicken. Not frozen nor chilled, and hence the difference in taste of the meat. I found them to be pretty enjoyable and got carried away into one of those moments when I decided to get my fingers "lickin good" dirty.
I recall the declining years of A&W back home. The dogs were sloppy. There wasn't an effort to heat up the buns, and the gravy over the top was almost watery and there were barely any onions. They were honestly, quite pathetic. Now my memory gets a new lease for recollection by this one which had all the things that wasn't there in the last of the Coney Dog days. Surprisingly firm and meaty was the mass produced sausage with a decent sauce and onions wedged in a heated hot dog bun. The floats was also something for the sake of memories since it really isn't anything about them apart from a foolish attempt on my part to resurrect some fragments of childhood. Hell, I don't even like floats these days.
The original chicken here do not taste as oil soaked and are in fact, larger pieces than the shrivelled and overfried looking ones back home. The skin seems to be crispier and we had a takeaway which stood up pretty well after a few hours when I ate them on the coach back home. The slogan from old man Sanders had always been 11 secret herbs and spices in their birds. The 12th "secret" it seems, is that KFC in Malaysia uses fresh chicken. Not frozen nor chilled, and hence the difference in taste of the meat. I found them to be pretty enjoyable and got carried away into one of those moments when I decided to get my fingers "lickin good" dirty.
I recall the declining years of A&W back home. The dogs were sloppy. There wasn't an effort to heat up the buns, and the gravy over the top was almost watery and there were barely any onions. They were honestly, quite pathetic. Now my memory gets a new lease for recollection by this one which had all the things that wasn't there in the last of the Coney Dog days. Surprisingly firm and meaty was the mass produced sausage with a decent sauce and onions wedged in a heated hot dog bun. The floats was also something for the sake of memories since it really isn't anything about them apart from a foolish attempt on my part to resurrect some fragments of childhood. Hell, I don't even like floats these days.
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