I decided I had to buy a Double Down — the new KFC sandwich made of fried chicken breasts holding a center of bacony, cheesy, Colonel’s-secret-saucy goo. Here is how it went.
I started at the KFC at the corner of MLK and JEL (Joseph E. Lowery Blvd.):
I got my hot, greasy, Double Down-fragrant bag:
I drove back to the office, all the while thinking, “Double Down, Double Down, Double Down! Dr. Atkins, I’m doing this for you!”
I opened the bag at my desk and found this. Could it be the sandwich miracle I was hoping for?
I opened it and, to my great surprise, I found this!
Okay, kidding. I found this:
I examined it from all angles:
I gingerly peeked inside:
Not so gingerly:
Sauce, cheese, baconish strips — all melding into chicken crust. Double Down, dudes!