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I just came back from the movies and was, well a bit starving. Lately all I've been eating is Special K (red berries), pears, yogurt and oranges. I know I sound like i'm on a crash diet or something. Well I forgot the baguette and jam. I eat a lot of that too these days. That's basically all I can cram into my super small refrigerator. I think the thing was made to hold mini wine bottles in some hotel room across from the Louvre. Anyways, I didn't want to eat breakfast food for every meal, and it was already getting a bit late. I mean restaurants are open late, but I didn't want to put up with the time or money that entailed. That left basically gyros, crepes, falafel, pizza or McDonald's. AKA no, no, no, no and gross. So I figured it out, I would have 2 pears and a yogurt, then maybe another yogurt if I was still hungry. Just when my misery was setting in for good it hit me. KFC! Fried c
I consider myself a fried chicken connoisseur. I know that might be to some an outlandish thing to say, but I think it's about right. I've had it all. From Roy Rogers, to Bojangles and from Rosco's to Church's and even Wonder, It's all good to me. Now it can get controversial sometimes why I love fried chicken so much. Some will say its cultural, some will say its ethnic and even others will say it's a mix of both. I think it's some of those things, but bottom line, who dosen't like fried chicken once and a while? I mean what really isn't to like about it. That's what kind of got me scared though. I mean I've had french versions of "hot dogs" and "hamburgers" and they are not the same. Coca Cola isn't the same to me here. Snickers taste different. McDonald's fries have a strange after taste. It's weird, like something familiar but you can't quite place it. It reminds me about the sound the smoke monster makes on Lost whenever it rolls through. Like you know it from somewhere, but its just off a bit. I don't quite understand whats going on here, but I don't like it. I mean don't get me wrong. France has so much good food that cheap ordinary American stuff isn't even a blip on the culinary radar in Paris. I just am perplexed at how seemingly simple American food that you can get on the street back home isn't quite right here. I mean whats so hard about a hot dog. Take a couple of Esskays, (I'm from Maryland) and put them in water. Done. But then I guess you can't get a pack of Esskays with an oriole on them here to save your life. And that's why I guess it doesn't work. They just don't have the ingredients to make typical American food, at least the way we do it back home. It's also the same way with the roles flipped.
All of this is why I was worried deeply about trying KFC here in France. Normally even on the best of days a KFC in D.C. is my least favortie plaace to go for chicken. KFC just isn't that good normally. It will only do if you absolutely positively need some fried chicken. Almost any place is better, but that's just my opinion of course. I didn't want to go earlier because of course I didn't think they would get it right. I don't how they could if they couldn't get anything else American down pat. I figured I'd rather just wait until I went home to get the real deal instead. Well finally the craving was greater than the doubts so I tried it. The verdict? It's actually quite good. I would say it's better than any KFC I've had back home. I know that's not saying much compared to KFC back home, but honestly its the closest thing I have done yet to eating something that reminds me of back home. I'm pretty sure whatever recipe they are using isn't the same as the one they use across North America. I don't know why though, because it's far superior. Bottom line is try it if your in Paris, just see what you think.





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