OK, so I went into Sonic to eat some delicious, patented, bite-sized little pieces of chicken that has about 30% chicken and 70% crusty, fried grease and bread, also known as skin.

I waited and waited for my delicious chicken in my car.

The lady came out and handed me my chicken, and I was so very hungry. I tore open the box, only to reveal that it wasn’t the chicken that I had eaten the last time I had gone to America’s Favorite Drive-In Restaurant.

It was this piece of chicken that would have taken at least 3 or 4 bites to finish off. Not a bite-sized-pop-in-and-eat-in-one-bite piece of chicken. She might has well have handed me a chicken breast and called it popcorn chicken.

Now, I’m not one to follow rules. But seriously, when you say popcorn chicken, that normally means a piece of chicken thats is sized and can be eaten like a piece of buttery popcorn that you can get at your local movie theater.

When I order some popcorn chicken, I expect that sized chicken. Not a chicken breast in a cup with the label of popcorn chicken written on the side in sharpie.

I hate popcorn chicken and what it has become.

That is my final statement.