Listen, peoples. It’s in the name! Went there with my 15-year-old son, all his classmates talked about ever since we moved to the area was«come to PFC, Lukas, coming to PFC on Friday??». So we expected to be disappointed. Maaaaaaaaan! The chicken is not good, it’s not great, it’s simply PERFECT. We bought a hefty dose of maybe 12 pieces, and they were so large we thought we’d take half home to share with the fam, but no, they were soon gone. If only they could sell beer! Well done guys!