Food memory: Popeye's Chicken, Renton, Washington

Let's go back to, oh, March 2010 shall we? (Cue dream chimes).

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I went to a Popeye's Chicken earlier this year in Renton, WA. The closest Popeye's to me are over 150 miles away: one in Troutdale, Oregon, and the aforementioned Renton. No, I don't travel specifically for Popeye's, but both involved traveling. I had to pick up my family from Sea-Tac and they decided on Popeye's for dinner after arrival, so we did.

We walk in, and there was a nice mixture of people there. We felt at home. We ordered simple, just a 2-or-3 piece and a biscuit for each of us. However, the cashier was feeling generous and gave us triple the amount of what we ordered. This means lots of chicken, lots of biscuits, lots of hot sauce and honey packets. All I could think was "this better not having any suspicious shit in here, I don't want the cops coming in here raiding the place and they'll beat me for fricken chicken."

It was more than enough food to feed the four of us, and that was more than enough to take to the hotel and eat the next morning for breakfast (which we did).

I wish I was closer to a Pioneer or Church's. I miss Pioneer's chicken fingers.