Bojangles

Bojangles; founded in 1977 by Jack Fulk to be a high quality, on the go place.  It may have started that way, but something happened in those 31 years to change that.  Truth be told, Bojangles is turning out to be anything but high quality.

A casual Bojangles resturaunt looks much like a family house, forget the unmopped floor and fly ridden counters.  The robotic sevvice greets you and sneeks a look at the big clock hanging next to you.  As you take the food, you notice that they got your order wrong.  You look around at the few other people fruitlessly trying to identify their food.  You notice that you don’t have a drink and turn around to order the ice-tea.

Five minutes and three orders later, you get your iced-tea.  Taking a sip, you discover that is is unsweetened.  Walking over to the counter, you pop off the lid as you pour some sugar inside.  A quick glance down reveals that there seems to be some kind of oil in you cup.  Your afraid that the oil might burn through your mouth if you drink too much.

Back at your food, you treat yourself to some chicken, frys, and biscuts.  A bite into the oiled frys and you seem to ask yourself, “Maybe next time I sould ask for some french fry for all this salt!”  The chicken, you find, is very bland and the bread taste like even racoons won’t eat it.  This is not the place to be at any time of day or night.