"In a Utopian world, Fried Chicken is all I'll ever need."
I said that to myself (and used it as my foodstagram's caption) after my experience at NaruOne.
It was the second day of the year and some catching-up was due between my Sydneysider friends and I. However unsuspecting, we found ourselves there for dinner after coming to our senses that queuing for Mamak in Chinatown was going to be unpleasant. Sidebar: I had never imagined a line to be that long, at least not in Sydney, where people don't exactly seem patient. I must admit, there was a moment of emptiness in my heart (and my stomach) when we canceled Mamak out because I thought I'd never get the chance to eat there before my holidaze would end.
Long story short: PLAN B's EXIST FOR A REASON. And Korean Fried Chicken is a very good reason.
Just a quick history behind my chicken-affiliation. I've always loved chicken, I mean, who doesn't? I love it grilled, steamed, boiled, roasted, baked, FRIED. I've had it many different ways with many different sides (though a goal in life is to have it fried plus some waffles). My parents always tell that one embarrassing story of me crying and sitting on the floor of a shopping mall because I didn't want to have anything but Jollibee ChickenJoy for lunch. I was all class even from early childhood, I tell you.
|One of my more memorable KFC experiences: "It's not just chicken. It's BonChon Chicken."|