Kenny Rogers Roasters

One fine Friday night after work, Eoin and I developed an itch. Not STD-related, this was more a yearning to do something that had been eating away at as - a failure unrectified due to laziness, the fact that we forgot a bit, and erroneous Google maps entries. It was time to once again... go in search of Kenny Rogers Roasters.

We had twice sought out the golden tones, locks and chickens of the elusive musician-associated-chicken franchise, but despite our best efforts had ended up chickenless. This time, we checked and doubled checked (on both google maps AND the hungrygowhere), and were sure we were heading the right way. Jumped off the train at Somerset, and soon found signs that we were not gonig to be disappointed this time.

Literally, it's a sign.

We headed down to the basement food court, and there - tucked away in the corner for the most possible tension before we found our goal - was VICTORY!

Victory is spelled c-h-i-c-k-e-n.

Got seated, looked over the sing-title themed menus, and ended up choosing a tw-person combo meal, ribs AND chicken. Obviously we had to have chicken (it's not called Kenny Rogers Ribs, that would be weird), but were really glad we got the ribs as well. Outside of the outstanding garlic potatoes, they were the best thing we ate. The food was actully pretty decent - reasonably pricey (but not as bad as an AWFUL breakfast we had recently that I'll have to write about soon... anyway, we now measure money wastage in terms of that breakfast, so at least we didn't pay $50 for eggs benedict with onion gravy), but we walked away full, happy... and feeling accomplished. 

Proof of visit

The kitchen or whatever - the walls were all Kenny Rogers photos and weirdly old lonely planet guides. 

FOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Ribs and chicken. The chicken also had ribs, but oddly they weren't included in the menu listing. Maybe only mammalian ribs count as ribs? This meal was called the Lucille.

Our final order - chosen as much for name (because The Gamble meal didn't look as appealing, and this is my next favourite song), and a Root Beer to stick with the American theme.

We followed up our successful dinner with a night at a music festival. But I'm lazy, so that's for the next blog post.