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.   

Bojangles', Durham, NC

Words can't describe the perfection of biscuit + Cajun chicken + sweet tea that is this breakfast.  Well, those words do.  If you're from the South, then you're no doubt aware of the glaring superiority of Bojangles' chicken over nearly all competitors.  Or maybe you're one of those Chick-fil-A (yes, that's how it's spelled) stalwarts.  To those I have this to say: Ain't no thing but a chicken wing.