This is an instructional film I presume new Kentucky Fried Chicken employees were shown. It’s dated 1985, which is when I recall last enjoying the restaurant’s food.
It was never health food but in those days, it wasn’t “fast food” either. I think 1985 is also when I progressed from a two-piece dinner to a three-piece like my parents. There was a KFC (as it was then called) near my first NYC apartment and although I didn’t eat chicken at the time, I would occasionally stop in and pick up sides of mashed potatoes and gravy, cole slaw, and biscuits. The sides were still somewhat edible, especially with the influence of nostalgia, but the chicken had long stopped resembling food.
And, from there, it was a short, depressing trip to the Double Down.
January 9, 2014 at 6:39 pm
Back in the day, when Kentucky Fried Chicken first started to become popular, you could walk into one and buy a quart of livers, a quart of gizzards, a quart or half gallon of any piece you liked, such as wings, thighs, or breasts. And the sides were great.
I recently saw a ridiculous internet rumor alleging the reason they have changed their name to KFC is because “they are no longer allowed to use the word chickin in their name because the meat they serve doesn’t come from actual chickens.” No, the post went on, it’s grown in labs by connecting — uh, I don’t know, chicken-like organisms — to electrolytes via electrical wires and tubes, where the meat grows spontaneously by completely artificial means.