Good evening, brothers and sisters. Spring is upon us and summer is rapidly approaching, and it’s a beautiful, gloomy 43 degrees here in downtown Fargo.
That’s OK, though. The gloomy days make the sunny days that much better. There’s a deeper meaning somewhere in there.
This has been a pretty weird way to start a blog post about chicken strips and french fries. We both agree to just forget this ever happened? Cool.
I ate these chicken strips last Wednesday, April 24, my golden birthday (not to brag). So I apologize for slacking on getting this posted. I’m a busy man.
Kroll’s is open 24 hours, so I was able to enjoy a chicken strip basket the second I turned 24.
On April 24, I ate at a 24/7 restaurant while I was turning 24. Holy hell, my brain is tied in a pretzel right now.
ANYWAYS, let’s discuss the product.
The chicken strips were classics. The breading was average thickness, the chicken was fair quality and they were crispy and salty enough.
The fries had about the same identity — normal size, normal seasoning and standard crisp. I wasn’t that high on them, but they got the job done. Pairing with the basket was a pretty standard restaurant ranch.
This basket perfectly matched the identity of the restaurant. Kroll’s is just a classic diner, with a classic diner menu and some classic chicken strips.
I’ll go 6.4 on my meal. It was nothing real special, but it hit the midnight food craving and was perfectly OK.
Shoutout to Emma for the birthday meal and for introducing me to Kroll’s. I plan on returning more than once.
We were going to hit IHOP, but they were “closed for cleaning.” Right. A real likely story, IHOP. It’d be a REAL SHAME if some young, stud food blogger stepped in and just happened to be hungry for vengeance and gave you an overly critical review. A real shame indeed.
Wow. That got dark. I gotta go. 6.4.
My penis still hurts.
The old ladies in the Kroll’s commercials are kinda hot. Is this where I write the comment?