Finger Licking Depression

I've been working from home (pretty much) for about 6 months now and the depression is starting to seep in on me.  You can imagine how my spirits were lifted when I started seeing the commercials for the new KFC Secret Recipe Fries that were being touted as "Seasoned with a secret blend of herbs and spices and fried to crispy perfection like our world-famous chicken, Secret Recipe Fries are unrivaled in flavor."

How exciting!  Finally a fast food place is gonna give fries the respect they deserve.  I hustled right out and got some.  Mmmmm...marketing....

I got a regular size and a "family size. The one on the left is regular and the one on the right is the family.  WTF?  What a rip.

Weirdest spork I've ever seen for scale. Oh well, it won't matter since they're gonna be so good right?

They looked okay.

But no.  Apparently the 7 secret spices are salt, salt, chicken bouillon with extra salt, salt, more salt, more extra salt, and a pinch of salt.  These things were borderline uneatable - and they certainly didn't taste like the chicken.  The new kitten licked a few and then barfed under the couch.

I dunno if I got a batch or what, but the fact that it took them 18 minutes to make them indicates that they were at least "fresh".  FAIL.  Why do I keep subjecting myself to this abuse?

Jimmy Hula's Daytona Beach

"That place stinks and we won't be back.  It won't last a year."

-Gibby's Dad

I saw this place online before a trip down to Daytona to see my folks and I asked my dad about it.  Typically when he gives this kind of review there is an extenuating reason that his experience was less than satisfactory such as he can't eat most stuff anymore on accounta health reasons or they had loud music or there were lots of college-looking kids around being loud and stuff.  This also means that the place is probably okay.

The building looks like the tourism industry barfed all over it.  Definitely a full on Jimmy Buffet vibe.

I guess LOUD would be the main descriptor of the decor.

Seriously it kinda looks like a preschool playroom.

But what's this?  SIX kinds of fries on tap?  NICE.  Well, technically FOUR kinds of fries since one was sweet potatoes and the other was made from some weird thing call zoo-key-knee.

And also something called "Reggae Fries"?  NICE II.

I went with Truffle Parm, Jerk, and an order or regular fries as a control.  I only got three on accounta I had already eaten about an hour prior. They were good.  Hot, crisp, tasty. And $3 for this many fries at a tourist trap a block from the beach is a ridiculous deal. 

Mmmmmmm.

Mmmmmm II.

Contrary to what my pop says, DO IT.

P.S.  They had a bottomless mimosa thing going on for $9 so Amy also gives this joint two boozy thumbs up.