Okay, it’s getting weird, right? A brawl broke out among employees at a Popeyes in Milwaukee today.
And everyone saw the story about the fatal stabbing when a guy cut in line while people were waiting for one of the Popeyes’ new chicken sandwiches.
Kinda makes you wonder what they’re seasoning those sandies with—testosterone?
This weekend, at the urging of a nameless but closely related Popeyes fan, I went down to West Jordan to see what all the fuss was about.
Not so much, as it turns out. A flattened fried chicken breast with a spicy-for-Utah-crust on a soft bun with pickles and a mayo-ish substance. Not bad. Not good enough to finish for a food snob like me, although my dining companion ate his very happily. Not bad or good enough to stab someone about. Inexpensive out of pocket, although I’m sure the franchise makes a good margin. That’s what fast food is all about.
(I really do like Pretty Bird‘s hot chicken better, but that’s NOT a fair comparison. You know: Popeyes=Louisiana, Pretty Bird=Nashville.)
Anyway, no violence ensued. That we could see.
But there was a police car outside as we left, which was answering a call from the parking lot. We did not wait to see what the problem was.
