Hey people,

So, on the way home from the Big Apple yesterday (many thanks to everyone who came out on Saturday, we had a rockderful time) the boys of FXA had perhaps the worst meal of all time. I mean, it was really really really bad.

It all started innocently enough. We rolled into Meriden, CT with some KFC love on our minds, hoping to fight the hangovers from the previous night with some greasy ass chicken. Fair enough, but I knew this trip might be ill-fated when when we arrived at the Colonel's and I went into the bathroom. All I wanted was a little pre-order pee pee but what I got was a sizable amount of poo in the corner. Poo, people! And even worse than that was that the poo did not smell. At all. This fact raises the inevitable question, debated for hours afterward, of "just how long has that poo been there?"

And things didn't get much better once we got our food. Good friend P-Diddy McLang was already eating when I sat down and had a look of utter displeasure on his face. When I asked him what was wrong he answered, and I quote, "I guess I must have mistakenly ordered the Three-Piece Pile of Crap Meal, because that's certainly what I got!"

Now, 12-Gauge was in the same situation, having apparently also ordered the Three-Piece Pile of Crap meal, although he got his extra crispy. Regardless, he was also pissed. And although I felt bad for them, I was pretty glad at this point that I had ordered the always tasty, and very difficult to screw up, Chicken Twister Sandwich. For those of you unfamiliar with the CTS, it's three pieces of fried chicken in a bun with lettuce and a tangy mayonnaise that is just... well... yum. Unfortunately, with my first bite all my condescending pity left me. This particular CTS tasted like sand wrapped in styrofoam, with some dry leaves thrown in for good measure. Where was my juicy delicious chicken? Where was my non-horrendously-stale bun? Where, in god's name, was my tangy mayonnaise?!?!

We choked down what we could and got the hell out of there. The trip couldn't even be salvaged by the new KFC cups which show the Colonel churning the butter when you spin them. The Colonel churning the butter, people!

Oh well.... Stay out of Meriden, folks. It's dangerous country...