"What do you want me to say? that wants what it wants. there are probably too many contributions on kfcs, but maybe I can rationalize it as helping me to understand intercultural differences. kfc glasgow on a Saturday night must be one of the most rocky places in the city, but do not say that to the personal – poor things. not sure that serving drunker and incomprehensible customers even makes a lot of fun. we ordered a small mix of the wings, huh and fries. like most of Europe, the pommes are the boring, salted shoes, waiting for them to discover this young chicken salt. but the wing – incredible. some of the best wings rob and I tasted. not sure whether it was at the time of the day, our hunger level, or if it was just a good charge. we like to think more atmospheric staff goes a little wilder with the coating that makes it so tasteful. we weren't back too long."
