I went to a KFC. I ordered the new "Double Down."
This is what KFC says it looks like.
This is what it really looks like -- oozing cheese and a secret beige-colored sauce.
Ooooo. Looks sooo yummy. Lick. Lick.
Upon further examination: the inside top portion.
Please note: the dangly blanket of processed cheese (flavor: unknown).
The back-end.
Contemplating my arteries and future bypass surgery.
(Hoping my aerobics instructor doesn't see this)
Eeek.
Ack.
The bite. Crunch. Crunch. Ooze.
It made a noise.
Okay.
I'm doing this -- channeling my Gail Simmons, a la "Top Chef" and examining the flavor profile.
I'm doing this -- channeling my Gail Simmons, a la "Top Chef" and examining the flavor profile.
Hmmmmm. Having trouble getting over the noise elements.
Ehhhhh. Enjoying the special sauce.
Slimy.
Surprisingly scrumptious. I mean, what's not to like about fat and more fat and even more fat, plus salt. I dunno why people had such a problem with this thing? Who needs the bread, anyway?!
15 minutes later -- "Double Down." More like, doubled over.
Zing.