I usually buy the hot wings meal,i really like it.
They have a large variety of produce,but the wings are the best.
The staff is polite and really fast i ordered and after 2 min i had my food packed,with mayo,salt and plastic fork plus paper tissues.
Also the fries/chips are actually really good if salty.
Well, it's OK, tasty. Cooked my chips how I asked them to, and they had coleslaw. Staff were friendly and helpful.
No lamb ribs though, but then, in this food desert called Portsmouth, it was only a vague hope that they would have.
So, good, but not a patch on Morleys!!!
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Ken’s fried chicken is, without a single subatomic particle of a doubt, the finest freshest most scrumptious juicy chicken. I would happily feed my entire family this fine product for the rest of their jolly lives. All the people that died in Avengers Infinty War, died because they never tasted the divine, heavenly, exquisitely pleasing taste of the mighty, Ken’s Fried Chicken. Before I first took a glimpse at the godly chicken, I was without meaning; I used to be a naive little brat who lived in a bin until one day, a shining figure towered before me. He came to me on a sleepless night, I was displeased by the shocking taste of the so called ‘kentucky fried chicken,’ (more like kenyucky fried chicken, and there is a reason why it’s not in capitals), the god Ken came to me, I bowed in honour to this god among men, he granted me a wish, a ten spice, kenlicious wish, to bring his godly justice of chicken to the cosmos, he gave me that day, not only the hope of a thousand pieces of Ken’s Fried Chicken, but the divine desire for the religion of this fine chicken.
I once looked down on a life like Ken’s, the nightmares that tormented my soul day in day out deluded my mind. The pain I had suffered; all because I couldn’t see the future of the world. Why? Why could I not see the beauty of what this future holds. Why? I removed from my very soul, my naive brat, bin living ways and began a new life, my life, Ken’s life, a life of true joy and contentment. The spices that Ken uses are the spices of a god. I will finish with a prayer:
Our Ken who art in Portsmouth,
Hallowed be thy chicken,
Thy restaurant come;
Thy fries are done,
On earth as it is in Portsmouth,
Give us this day our daily chicken,
And forgive us our Kentuckied ways,
For we forgive those who Kentucky against us,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver to our doorstep,
For Ken is the kingdom,
The power and the glory,
Forever and ever,
Aken
To Ken, and his fine chicken. 🥂
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