After a week on a cruise speaking nothing but English, surrounded by a very American culture (there was even ranch dressing on the salad bar) it was a little hard coming home to France. So, since there was no food waiting at home, and few take-out options, we went for a last bit of America. We hit the drive through at the new KFC in town. We got an entire bucket of chicken (lunch tomorrow’s covered now). The woman at the window asked us if we were having a party. Yes. It was the easier answer.
The chicken wasn’t too bad. Tasted pretty much like I remember KFC tasting. I don’t even go there when I’m in the U.S. But tonight it was just what we needed.