Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen 3317 Bardstown Road, Louisville, KY 40218

"the lady who works the window in the early afternoon is one of the best employees on that shift, I belive if you are going to have people working in your store, make sure they can speak English. it just makes things work so much better. even tho they messed up my order, I still shop with them."

"fountain soda machine was down, no diet drinks, employees looked like they did not enjoy being there at all, homeless man came in and just took someone's door dash order, another homeless man came in and got free chicken?? the ladies working the counter did not seem too pleasant at all and loud conversations from the back of house can be heard throughout the dining room."

"You wait in hellish traffic risking life and limb playing a game of car frogger to get into this place so you could have a chicken sandwich... At the ordering station there's a tortured sounding robot that asks for your order. Then, a foreigner will ask you for it and you'll follow instructions. Guess what? You got tricked, fool! Nobody took your order. They won't even acknowledge you exist for several more minutes. After shouting hello at the speaker until your voice is horse and raspy, a friendly sounding fellow will ask for your order, he will ask you if it's correct on the screen, and he will tell you to proceed to the window. At the window he will smile, and act very friendly. Do not fall for it. This is a trick to lull you in to a false sense of thinking you are going to be happy and full. You for sure won't be one of them, but more likely not either of them. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CEILING slightly behind him. You will see what likely crumbles and drips in to the food. You will realize that there is nothing sanitary about this place. He will hand you a bag. You are starving and in a hurry. You will get on the freeway and rip in to the bag like a wild savage beast after killing its first prey in weeks. But, alas... you will find that everything about your order is completely wrong. You'd eat it anyway but the very specific instruction to leave out an ingredient you're allergic to got ignored as well. It's evening rush hour and to go back and swap this bag of severe disappointment would take you an hour at least. You've been hoodwinked. You think back on all of your previous encounters with Popeye's and realize that you've never actually received your accurate and complete order in your life and now you are disgusted with yourself for being nieave enough to think this time might be different. You drive on. Hungry, angry, hangry even. And you throw the bag of discontent and lies on the floor of your car in a fit of rage, screaming obscenities that slowly melt into whimpers of defeat. This was my dinner today. Don't let it be yours!"

"To the crew at night awesome job please keep it up, I ordered from Uber eats, I got everything in a timely fashion chicken was hot and has a good amount of sauce and the strawberry biscuits are soft."