My lunch today was at KFC. I hadn't been in a long time, and before even getting a bite out of the bits of chicken, i was reliving a true Afgan madeleine.
My last KFC rout was about 20 years ago, and i was very excited to get back into the box...
Well fuck me dead, they're no more red and white stripped boxes, the KFC trademark.
The chicken is still as good as ever, and the fries still tastetless.
The problem is all the bits that existed all that time ago, and that made the meal a real KFC meal, have gone ; the boxes, the gravy (it was so good), the coleslaw...
but then, 4 pieces of chicken, some fries and a drink for 8 euros is a good deal, which is more than what i can say for KAISEKI, a very fashionable restaurant.
KASEIKI is a pure product of the Parisian bobo hype. It looks like a cantine, the chef is there cooking for you, what he cooks is devine in taste and in looks, everybody looks happy happy to see you, serve you, and rob you of a fucking fortune. 3 courses, a 'farandole' of deserts, a couple of glasses of wine for 125 fucking euros a head. The problem is not to cough up so much money, but the fact that there is the choice of [only] 2 menus : the 'normal' one and the infamous OMAKASE, (sorry but i can't be bothered in explaining).
So, basically, 2 menus, that have a difference of 50 euros between them, and by the looks of the 'normal' one, the OMAKASE can only be mind blowing. Well the two menus turned out to be two twin brothers, one of which, like all twin brotherships was a bit bigger... just a bit... so 'just a bit', in fact that we couldn't really tell the difference between them, a part from 50 fucking euros...
... mind blowing indeed.
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