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Food Confessional: Doubling Down
Nov. 2nd, 2010 12:07 pmGentle Readers,
I'm having one of those days exacerbated by lack of sleep. So, either I decided to make my self feel better with terrible food or I was too tired to fight off temptation any longer and I went and got myself a KFC Double Down.
The ordering process was quite smooth and efficient. One of the customers ahead of me had a problem with his order, but it was resolved without drama so there was no delay in my getting mine. In fact I even got my "sandwich" ahead of the couple in front of me, likely due to the less complicated order. Which is fair. They took forever to get their order completed.
Anyway, I took my little bag with it's little "sandwich" back across the street to the office. No one looked askance at me, in fact I'll have to assume that no one knew what was in the bag as there was no reaction from anyone I encountered.
Back at the office, it was a different story. Everyone had to come and take a look and the other John could not resist the sight and had to get one for himself.
I have to say, it was not what I was expecting. Based on the photos, I had expected the chicken to be fairly uniform, perhaps with a cardboard container to hold them delecatly protecting the crisp batter from steam condensation and allowing the cheese to be contained as it fused together the two pieces of chicken.
Instead what I got was a clumsily wrapped lump, carelessly placed into the paper sack. I flipped it over and quickly unwrapped it, the scent almost identical to the one that wafts from the restaurant while I wait for my bus in the evenings; a heady mix of grease, salt and hydrocarbons.
The appearance did not match that of the ads. No perfect golden brown concoction was this. Its colour had about as much in common with that perfect specimen found on the advertisements as Gollum's skin tone does with a Californian beach bum. It was a pallid gray-beige, with spots of black (sites of a deposit of the magical herbs and spices). The chicken pieces, instead of being uniform and phallic, instead had been slightly flattened into irregular lumpy triangles. Between them, was the cheese and cheese sauce slowly oozing out the side while the bacon stuck out like unruly hair.
I took my first bite.
Now, in general I like salty food. Salt is the ultimate axiom of food perfection. But the first bite of the double down was so salty I could feel it burning its way down my throat.
The only flavour more overpowering than the salty batter was the "cheese sauce" which to my tastebuds was much more like thousand island dressing.
I couldn't really taste the bacon or the actual cheese.
In the end, I do think the actual premise is good, and I'm certain that a home made one would be quite delicious. However, the "sandwich" made by KFC is not something that I will ever eat again.
I'm having one of those days exacerbated by lack of sleep. So, either I decided to make my self feel better with terrible food or I was too tired to fight off temptation any longer and I went and got myself a KFC Double Down.
The ordering process was quite smooth and efficient. One of the customers ahead of me had a problem with his order, but it was resolved without drama so there was no delay in my getting mine. In fact I even got my "sandwich" ahead of the couple in front of me, likely due to the less complicated order. Which is fair. They took forever to get their order completed.
Anyway, I took my little bag with it's little "sandwich" back across the street to the office. No one looked askance at me, in fact I'll have to assume that no one knew what was in the bag as there was no reaction from anyone I encountered.
Back at the office, it was a different story. Everyone had to come and take a look and the other John could not resist the sight and had to get one for himself.
I have to say, it was not what I was expecting. Based on the photos, I had expected the chicken to be fairly uniform, perhaps with a cardboard container to hold them delecatly protecting the crisp batter from steam condensation and allowing the cheese to be contained as it fused together the two pieces of chicken.
Instead what I got was a clumsily wrapped lump, carelessly placed into the paper sack. I flipped it over and quickly unwrapped it, the scent almost identical to the one that wafts from the restaurant while I wait for my bus in the evenings; a heady mix of grease, salt and hydrocarbons.
The appearance did not match that of the ads. No perfect golden brown concoction was this. Its colour had about as much in common with that perfect specimen found on the advertisements as Gollum's skin tone does with a Californian beach bum. It was a pallid gray-beige, with spots of black (sites of a deposit of the magical herbs and spices). The chicken pieces, instead of being uniform and phallic, instead had been slightly flattened into irregular lumpy triangles. Between them, was the cheese and cheese sauce slowly oozing out the side while the bacon stuck out like unruly hair.
I took my first bite.
Now, in general I like salty food. Salt is the ultimate axiom of food perfection. But the first bite of the double down was so salty I could feel it burning its way down my throat.
The only flavour more overpowering than the salty batter was the "cheese sauce" which to my tastebuds was much more like thousand island dressing.
I couldn't really taste the bacon or the actual cheese.
In the end, I do think the actual premise is good, and I'm certain that a home made one would be quite delicious. However, the "sandwich" made by KFC is not something that I will ever eat again.
