When I was adolescent in USA (not the usual cliche from 2nd rate TV series, only because we spoke Hebrew at home, and I had the unpopular – for the era – hobby of computer programming), one of my favorites was Kentucky Fried Chicken, which advertised its presence with the rotating container showing the Colonel’s head in full glory.
The franchise entered Israel several years ago, but was not as successful as McDonald’s and did not suffer as much disgraceful failure as Wendy’s or Starbucks (or Planet Hollywood). When the geography was right (i.e. they were on my way between home and where I worked at the time), I ate there once in a while.
As my commuting patterns shifted, I did not eat their fried chicken for long time.
Today in the evening I decided to look for a good sushi bar in Ibn Gvirol Ave., but did not find one (the one which I did not look for disappointed me some time ago). Because a container with picture of none other than The Colonel’s head revealed itself to me.
Turns out that they opened a restaurant in London Ministore.
So I ate there.
The service was courteous, and the man in charge (?) asked me later, waitress-style, if all is OK.
With the menu I was less impressed. I was used to the standard menu of six wings with French Fries and diet Coke.
But the exact menu was not available. I took the closest choice (“teruf No. 7”), which consisted of all the above, plus salad (the alternatives were beans and puree). I did not care in particular for the salad.
It looks like the franchise was allowed to try to do things a little differently and look for the formula of success in Israel, which eluded them so far.
The chicken had the usual KFC-Israel taste.