Chicken 8: The Sailor Man

Okey so initially I had an idea for an intro about how pissed off I was about stepping in some rancid fish slurry on my way to the bus. But the evening was so awesome that I don't even give a damn about that anymore.

Lunch was good and tasty (full of chicken goodness). But it was after returning back Queens when the fun started. Me and my good friend head to Applebees, where we order whatever and get a healthy amount of beer. So far so great. We go to watch the New York Jets take on the Miami Dolphins, which should have been a one sided affair for the Jets.

Earlier in the day my friend had sent me a text message predicting a score of 13-0 for the Jets. That score was just unappealing to me. I retort with a prediction of 24-31 Chicken of the Sea victory, and of course mention that it was a prediction created to spite him.

We get to Applebees, go to the bar, watch some of the Rangers game (who scored a freaking touchdown against the Toronto Maple Leafs on their way to glorious victory) before the main event starts. Game starts, Dolphins get the ball and things get out of control.

Dolphins drive the ball down field in a drive lasting around seven and a half minutes, roughly half the quarter, ending it with a touchdown. Gone is my friend's prediction of a Jets shutout. But my prediction was still on the board. As I watch more and more of this game, I realize that neither team has shown up to play defense. It was a sloppy, stupid affair and the Jets fans in the restaurant were going through all their ups and downs, even cheering an injury to a Dolphins player as the clock winded down to the end.

After all the lead changes and gadget plays, fake punts and wildcat trickery, the Dolphins of Miami end up scoring one final touchdown leaving the jets with just a handful of seconds to respond. Jets fail. Final score: 27-31 Dolphins. I was a field goal away from being dead on with a spite prediction. My friend apparently sent his prediction to many people, and is going to hear about it. I rule. Now on to chicken!

Chicken 8: Popeyes

What can be said about Popeyes Chicken? It's delicious. It's crunchy. It has a jingle.

"Love that chicken from Popeyes
You'll love the way it's fried
Feels so good inside
Best you've ever tried!"

That was all from memory, so it may not be completely accurate. It should be pretty damn close though.

So the plan of action is to order an 11 piece meal, for the great price of $9.99, split between the two of us. Of course price really doubled once we put in for sides (cole slaw for me, fries for the coworker and an apple pie (really a turnover) split amongst us). Going for it all on Monday.

I consume 6 pieces: 1 breast, 1 wing, 2 legs, 2 thighs. All pieces were crunchy, moist, and full of flavor. The white meat was of course not nearly as moist and delicious as the dark meat but that's the trade off for eating healthier, though I don't think it would make much of an impact after essentially eating more than half a chicken.

Chicken was awesome, fries were bursting with flavor, and the cole slaw a good balancer. The apple pie was not bad, crispy outside covered with sugar/cinnamon and housed a goo with bits of apple in it. Better than McDonald's apple pies, but technically twice the cost (McD has two for a buck, Popeye's only yeilds one for the same price)

The meal was met with some quick approval on facebook. Popeyes chicken is better experienced than described.

Epically grand day to start the week. Also I still have alcohol in my system. Kick ass.