When I'm served chicken made with anything other than a southern recipe, I mourn. I must perform a ritual, where I burn incense and pray to The Great Chicken God in the sky, asking it to forgive me and my fellow brothers and sisters for committing such a heinous act. Try Popeye's!
Okay then, Popeye's it is on my next chicken run. lol
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