Popeye’s knew what they were doing. They shorted the supply, put all the right slap yo mama ingredients in the chicken, fried it up really good, and then slapped it on some fresh bread. The result? A fried chicken sandwich like your peeps made back in the day.
Still, I don’t care how good it is, y’all have got to stop treating it like it’s a new strain of crack or something. I see you all lining up for it, rioting for it, and even killing each other over the damn thing. I don’t have to tell y’all how bad this all looks. The New York Times just featured an article about the stupid sandwich for crying out loud.
I am still trying to figure out why the article bothered me so much.
Maybe it’s because of lines like the following in the article:
“In a Facebook post in August, Nadiyah Ali, a nurse from Katy, Texas, compared the sandwich to a rival’s: Chick-fil-A’s version, she wrote, tasted as if it were made “by a white woman named Sarah who grew up around black people.” The Popeyes sandwich, she added, tasted “like it was cooked by an older black lady named Lucille.”
Black people were saying they liked the chicken not just for its taste, but also for the feelings of home cooking it evoked. It was the type of chicken they could take to a family potluck and not get a side-eye.
“You most definitely can take a bucket of Popeyes chicken, and nobody’s going to say anything,” said Los, 27, who declined to give his last name as he left a Popeyes in Kansas City, Mo. “They’ll be like, ‘Ah, who cooked this?’ ”.
What’s next, an article about why black folks love watermelons?
But it’s not just black folks. One white man actually sued Popeye’s because he couldn’t find any of the chicken sandwiches to purchase after Popeye’s advertised how good it was and ran out of the damn thing. Don’t laugh, a Judge actually said that his lawsuit can go forward.
He is seeking $5,000 in damages. That’s a lot of chicken sandwiches.
I am writing from on top my soap box tonight, but I won’t front. The other day, in a moment of weakness, I tried to slip into a Popeye’s drive- thru and order one of those bad boys.
“Hello, welcome to Popeye’s. May I take your order?”
*Me in my best not me voice* “Yes, I will have one of those new chicken sandwiches, please.”
Long pause……”I am sorry sir, we are all out of those . Can I get you something else?
Damn you Popeye’s!!