For someone who doesn’t eat chicken, I have an odd enjoyment of KFC, which is the only big American fast-food joint I’ve seen lately. In the US, the chicken place has amazing sides, and the gravy is unlike any other. But even though I’ve poked my head into a few KFCs before on this trip, I was saddened by the fact that none carried the mashed potatoes and gravy.
But a couple of days ago, I wanted a quick soda to go, so I ran into KFC. Once inside, though, I noticed a familiar smell. After much deliberation on size, I finally ordered the medium mashed potatoes and gravy. Although the potatoes were even more instant than the American KFC ones, the gravy was just the salty same. And they were smothered in it. And I ate it all.
So yeah, I’ve decided that if I die on this trip, it’s going to be of a heart attack. I think I’m going to concentrate on eating more pho and tofu with tomatoes.
