Bojangles’, I-40

 

 

 

I wish I had the balls to have photographed the French fry scoop, as it was coated in no doubt years and years of crumbs and grease, but sadly I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of the checkout person.  I was simultaneously disgusted yet drawn to it.  I did, however, notice this delightful “MUZAK” machine perched precariously over the trash/tray return station.  I had no idea muzak was an actual device.  I ordered a deconstructed chicken biscuit chicken strips, which I of course coated in Cajun spices.