Yesterday, near to starving, I told MyFella, "We got to have lunch." I told him to just pull in anywhere he wanted. He pulled into Popeye's. Ya know, I wouldn't have suggested it, wouldn't have asked for it, and didn't understand why he did it.
You know what? The chicken was GOOD. The store was spotless clean. The employees were friendly. Oh, did I mention the chicken was GOOD?
This may sound like a corny jingle, but I just love that chicken at Popeye's!
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