08 Apr 2010 @ 10:07 PM 

So here’s the thing.  The Critic and I eat out a lot.  We have a large brood, so therefore, the places we tend to frequent are those that are family-friendly.  We place a very high level of importance on “FAMILY FRIENDLY”.  (Which is not to say we don’t love to sneak away to decidedly grown-up establishments like Le Voltaire every chance we get, but THAT is another post!)

One of the restaurants we have frequented for many, many years is King Kong fast food.  I am not going to link to that restaurant, because as of this moment, I will not give that restaurant another PENNY of our hard-earned money.  While the establishment prides themselves on gigantic burgers and gyros, their claim to be a “Family oriented” restaurant (it says so right on their website!) could not have been further from the truth based on our experience today.

SO I’m not going to talk about their food, or their cute little gorillas outside, or their stuffed animals inside.  Instead I am going to relay to you exactly what happened to us this afternoon, at approximately 4:15 pm, when a friend and I decided to take our daughters to King Kong for burgers and gyros after a day at the zoo.  (If you’re local – you’ll know exactly which King Kong we were at, since it’s RIGHT THERE by the zoo.) 

We ordered our food, and sat down.  My friend and I, both women in our thirties, were there with four of our daughters, who ranged in age from 16 to 1.  Apparently it was “teach each other Spanish cuss words day” behind the counter, as the staff behind the counter kept shouting things such as “puta madre!”, and other curse phrases.  My friend and I kept trying to give them the motherly glare, and my friend even at one point yelled “Shut up!  We can hear you!”

Well, this was not enough to get the potty-mouths behind the counter to stop, and my 16-year-old, who had heard enough, stood up and went to the counter.  She told the guys we could hear them, and that we DO understand what they are saying.  The guy behind the counter said “SO?”  She explained to him that there are CHILDREN present, and they UNDERSTAND what those words mean.  The guy behind the counter (apparently the manager?) says “Ok”, and as my SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER turned away, he called her a bitch. 


I don’t know about you, but I do not find that terribly family oriented. 

And we WILL NOT spend another penny there.  EVER. 

If you want gyros?  My first pick is Jim & Jennie’s Greek Village.  Greek Islands (who doesn’t have a website), or Feta’s are good too. 

Burgers?  Dude, there’s a million places, but I’m LOVING Smashburger lately.

Just do me a favor…don’t take your kids to King Kong unless you want them to walk away knowing how to say “mother f—er” in Spanish.

Posted By: The Critical Wife
Last Edit: 09 Apr 2010 @ 03:58 PM

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 22 Aug 2007 @ 4:28 AM 

KFC (134th and Q)

I had the misfortune of taking the kids to the KFC near 134th and Q street.

I am not going to bother going into a lengthy diatribe here. I just don’t want to spend the energy on them. To make a long story short: It took us over 15 minutes of standing in line to place our order. Then, when we get to the front, the lady looks at me and walks off. The next thing that happens, is some snot-nosed kid “takes over”. Please understand I’m a purest. You are wearing a fast food uniform, and they designed it to look a certain way. As a representative of the company, you are the face that people see when they walk in and order. The gentleman that eventually “took my order” (that I had to tell him three times and then correct him a 4th time when he again read it wrong) was less of an employee and more of a “Gangsta-Wannabe” in a KFC uniform. After tending my change, I waited. The alarms started going off for the chicken, drive through, fryer pressure, or impending doom. I couldn’t tell what any of the 3 or 4 going of was for. 10 minutes of that and I am sitting at my table, shooting my daughter a nice glare. She kept apologizing to me. She is so awesome. So after that, another family walked in. This was with their spoiled 2 year old. There were 5 of them. They plopped his rear end into a typical Hi-Chair and the rest of them went to the counter. *twitch* The screaming began. He was angry that he was left, and his parents began to scream back at him. Finally they sent the young teen girl over to keep him occupied. That didn’t last long. The girl ended up smacking (By accident mind you) the toddler in the face with a toy and it started all over again.

“Order number blah blah!” and I move swiftly toward the counter. Pick up the bounty before me and hobble back to our table. As we sat there eating, (I had a breast/wing combo with Mashed spuds and fries with a regular diet) the alarms came back on, and the kid started screaming again. I vowed that I would never step foot in the place again.

On my way out to the car, I realized I had to pee, so to the bathroom I went. My final, and almost fatal mistake. The urinal was caked with settled urine and the room wreaked of stale/old urine. It was foul. I would have rather taken a leak in the parking lot where it was cleaner. I quickly washed my hands and then realized there was no soap OR paper towels. It left me wondering if they had ever cleaned it. Those people have to go to the bathroom on their shifts? What do they do when they can’t wash in the bathroom with either soap, or dry with paper-towels? So out I run, angry, frustrated, and vowing never to come back.

Overall Impression: The food, for a fast food place, was consistent, though the time to take a piece of chicken off of a drainage tray, scoop some spuds and throw it in a Box is apparently challenging. The place was dirty and I was wondering when my table was last wiped down. The Noise levels of the alarms coupled by the screaming toddler made my head hurt bad. By the time I left, I didn’t care that I had eaten some really good chicken and sides. All I wanted was out.

Plusses: Good chicken that followed it’s recipe to the letter. Good sides that came right out of their packaging just perfectly.

Minuses: The counter was dirty, the staff was dirty and “Gangsta”, None of them had a clue as to what was really going on. The alarms that could deafen the undead, would constantly go off and the staff just sits and makes jokes about how loud they are. The FILTHY bathroom with no supplies like soap and paper towels.

Rant: Oh yes, this deserves a rant! What are these people thinking? Have they lost their minds? I understand wanting to hire people and having a hard time finding qualified talent, but at least take the time to tour your store and get these boys to pull up their pants and maybe wear their hats straight. This is pathetic. I’m not even going to bother with drive through anymore. I love the chicken but will have to get Popeyes until you fix your joke of a store.


~The Omaha Critic

Posted By: The Omaha Critic
Last Edit: 22 Aug 2007 @ 07:40 PM

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