Okay, folks. I tried it. I tried the Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich. It was everything that I hoped it would be….but first, y’all REALLY, REALLY need to hear the backstory…because, like most things that happen to me, there was something weird with a guy involved.
About week ago, I had a falling out with that teacher guy I’ve been seeing. We’re not in contact right now, but he’s watching my Snapchat stories RELIGIOUSLY. He does this basically every weekend, we hang out, then he goes home and I don’t hear from him throughout the business week. Yeah, it’s ridiculous, and for a while I thought I had like…a boyfriend…but he quickly cleared that up – and I ended up walking out of our Sunday Funday and hanging out with my girl who was getting ready to move out of state. So he can eff off.
Anyway, I went away for work and got REALLY SICK. I ended up in urgent care and was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection as well as laryngitis. During my fevered, bedridden few days while I waited for the Zpack to work its wonders, social media began talking about the Chicken Sandwich from Popeye’s.
Now, I am a huge fan of Popeye’s in general. I also LOVE Chic Fil A sandwiches, but to be honest, I have a guilty conscious about supporting a business that is so religious and anti-LGBTQ. To each their own, but it’s just one of those things…I love the food but I rarely eat it because I don’t agree with their beliefs.
SO…I kept hearing that this Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich was better than Chic Fil A. I HAD TO TRY IT! But I was sick…until this weekend.
I was out running errands on a Monday and drove past Popeye’s around noon. I decided TODAY IS THE DAY! I AM EATING THIS SANDWICH!
The drive-thru line was super long, so I parked and went inside.
There were at least 20 people in line, and right in front of me was this super tall hot guy.
YESSS. I’m standing there thinking: Eye candy to look at while waiting! Maybe someone to flirt with, and hey, I already know that he’s local.
Yes, I was making plans to date someone I have only seen the back of in my neighborhood Popeye’s.
That is what dating in Miami has reduced me to.
Anyway, because I am a total pervert, I looked down to check out his ass.
I noticed a nice ass.
And sexy, well-defined, muscular calves.
FUCK.
It was the teacher.
Of course, I left immediately. He turned as I said out loud, “FUCK,” but I was out that door so quickly that he probably didn’t realize it was me.
I thought about that sandwich ALL DAY LONG.
Today, I went back, waited for almost an hour to get my sandwich.
When I pulled up to place my order…there was a sign saying that they were no longer selling them.
THIS HAD TO BE A JOKE?! RIGHT?
As it turns out, they just didn’t take the sign down from the night before…I mean, really? How could they possibly run out within 45 minutes of opening for the day? LOL!
I got 4. A meal for myself and my friend, and 2 for later in case I really liked it.
Verdict: IT IS SO GOOD. I got the Spicy. It’s just as good as, if not better than, Chic Fil A. But it tastes NOTHING like Chic Fil A…
My friend and I sat there at the dining room table, like…WHOA.
That chicken breading? DANG! The sauce? WHOA. That soft, buttery bun? WOWZA.
Everything about the Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich is so delicious!
I have also included a photo of said Chicken-Sandwich-Blocker’s calves for reference. Yes, I recognized them. You would too.
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