Eating stuff

Eating stuff I don't like. Raising Cane's. This series I give things that I historically despise. A second, third, sometimes even a fourth chance. It smells, motor oil, for some reason. So we're off to a great start, guys. Let's start with the bread. Beautiful. Supremely buttery, tender in the middle, crispy edges. They've always done the bread superbly. But I have a feeling they didn't put as much effort of the rest of the shit. Pick a crinkle cut fry. And here comes the salted. Now, sure, it's a salted fry, but it's such a low quality potato. It's dry in the middle. There's no crisp. Like you see all that right there. It's a potato piece noodle. Shit. Pick coleslaw. Like they got this from a grocery store. Crispy vegetables. Tastes fresh. But it's just average. And for a place that has four items on the menu, some effort into your fucking coleslaw. Raising Cane's chicken tender. And Father God in heaven, what do we have here? So, again, you have four items on your menu. Why does my chicken at a chicken restaurant look like a giraffe fetus? You need your ass beat. This is actually better than I've had usually, because usually nothing. Like you're chewing oxygen. This at least has a little bit of salt on it. But nothing else. There's no garlic. There's no paprika. There's no soul, if life. If this is the cadaver chicken of the chicken world. The saving grace of this franchise sauce is where all the seasoning went here. This might be the best fast food sauce I've ever had in my life. It's tangy. There's a note of sweetness. Peppery. It really has personality, bitch. You are not a sauce restaurant. You are a chicken establishment carried by your sauce. A rooster nut of chicken is diabolical. Bread: A. Fries: D+. Slaw: C+. Tenders: D+. Sauce: A+. SHARE. Have a great day.