You may all be familiar with Patton Oswalt's routine about the KFC Famous Bowl. If not, go watch it. I'll wait.
Ever since I first heard this -- despite the fact that Patton makes it sound that anybody who would eat these are TRAGIC HUMAN BEINGS WITH NO LIVES -- I've *desperately* wanted to try what he calls a "failure pile in a sadness bowl." So tonight, finally, after literally years of anticipation, I finally had the KFC Famous Bowl.
And guess what? Despite the fact that I'm a THIRTY SEVEN YEAR OLD MAN who is eating a gigantic pile of mushed-up food from a plastic bucket, we both agreed it was pretty damn good. Except for the fact that between that and the Jollibee I am producing enough grease to lubricate an automobile manufacturing plant. And my stomach has painful, searing acid burning through its protective sac. And I still, for a second day, smell like bad chicken.