1/5 Prakash B. 8 months ago on Google
Chicking,
a
supposed
fried
chicken
and
burger
joint,
left
me
in
a
state
of
disbelief
and
disappointment
that
words
can
scarcely
capture.
If
I
could
award
negative
stars,
I
would
gleefully
do
so
without
hesitation.
The
moment
I
laid
eyes
on
the
diminutive
size
of
each
pitiful
item,
I
knew
I
had
fallen
into
a
culinary
nightmare.
The
audacity
of
charging
astronomical
prices
for
what
could
only
be
considered
as
mere
morsels
of
sustenance
defies
all
reason.
It's
as
if
they've
perfected
the
art
of
highway
robbery
under
the
guise
of
fast
food.
Now,
let's
move
on
to
the
pièce
de
résistance:
the
fried
chicken.
If
you've
ever
wondered
what
a
Sahara
desert
experience
would
taste
like,
allow
Chicking
to
grace
you
with
their
bone-dry,
arid
rendition
of
fried
chicken.
It's
a
triumph
of
culinary
neglect,
a
masterpiece
of
overcooking,
and
a
testament
to
their
utter
disregard
for
the
very
essence
of
edible
food.
But
wait,
there's
more!
The
pièce
de
résistance
of
their
incompetence
is
their
ingenious
method
of
reheating.
The
fried
chicken,
in
all
its
desiccated
glory,
had
clearly
been
basking
in
the
glow
of
their
overheated
lamps
for
a
lifetime,
thus
achieving
a
level
of
staleness
that
defies
logic.
One
can
only
speculate
that
they've
mastered
the
art
of
preserving
disappointment.
In
conclusion,
Chicking
has
carved
a
niche
for
itself
as
the
epitome
of
a
wretched
dining
experience.
If
you're
a
glutton
for
punishment
and
have
an
inexplicable
craving
for
absurdly
priced,
microscopically
sized,
and
stunningly
awful
food,
then
by
all
means,
Chicking
is
your
sanctuary
of
despair.
For
the
rest
of
humanity,
stay
away.
Far,
far
away.
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