I must admit that since Raising Cane’s opened in Lincoln, I’ve been filled with the desire of a seven-year-old child to go grab some chicken strips and some dipping sauce. The planets aligned and there I was, within striking distance and feeling good about myself, so I took the chicken-strip plunge for lunch.
People say I don’t talk about atmosphere enough in my restaurant reviews, so here’s something about Raising Cane’s atmo: it was clean and busy and the staff was friendly. By busy, I mean packed. The place was hopping at noon and they couldn’t get the fried stuff out fast enough. Maybe by pure coincidence I was checking recent headlines on my phone, and saw this article about increased frequency of strokes in younger Americans, possibly due to increased obesity: http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/02/10/stroke-rising-among-young-people/?partner=rss&emc=rss
But what about the chicken strips?
If all you focus on is chicken strips, they better be damn good, right? Well, they’re simply not damn good. They’re alright. I mean, it’s fried chicken. And the sauce isn’t really all that special, either. The fries were passable but not as good as Runza’s crinkle-cut fries usually are, and each combo comes with an obnoxious piece of Texas toast, which seems a bit insulting. What, they ran out of a bed of polenta or couscous for my meat?
And it’s not like it’s a deal, either. The three-piece combo was $6.54 with tax. And I felt a little . . . heavier, let’s say, after I ate most of the strips and fries (I took a bite of the toast just to taste it, and I think I’ll pass–it’s not for me–it’s not my thing nor my cup of tea).
Just as a side note: does anyone else wonder what happens to the rest of the chickens? A three-piece combo theoretically takes 1-1/2 chickens, right?