Normally I would have a few pics for you around this point in the article, but after our harrowing block-long walk to attain our fried masterpieces the smell of that sweet greasy ambrosia took hold of my better senses and I immediately devoured one of the greatest sandwiches I've ever had.
The Review:
As so many of the 'food porn' videos on youtube can attest, the physical embodiment of the DoubleDown is nothing like the idealistic stack of transfats depicted in the ads. The chicken breasts tend to slip off their cheesy bacon innards, and the mayo sauce leaks out from between those crisp, perky mounds of chicken love-meat.
Said mounds are of course crispy juicy delicious and made with the colonel's own recipe (grease, salt, breading and fat). But for the most part its exactly what you would expect. It's fried chicken with bacon, mayo and pepper jack cheese.
As a side note, the guy at kfc gave us 3 fried and 1 grilled sammich. Paul crashed through both his fried DDs and I was left to try the grilled specimen - which despite logic and the laws of physics has supposedly a higher caloric count than its fried brethren. I have to admit tho, that between the two species, the grilled was slightly superior.
I came. I saw. I gobbled the damn thing like my life depended on it. I don't think I can bring myself to eat one for at least another week.
And now I think I need to go lie down.
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