Top 33 Fried Chicken Quotes

I put Tabasco sauce over everything. Or I put it on pretty much anything that wouldn’t taste gross – I mean, I wouldn’t put it on salad, but I like it on fried chicken, nachos… a lot of stuff.

You don’t want to make a steady diet of just lettuce. You don’t want to make a steady diet of fried chicken.

I’m from Georgia and grew up eating Chick-fil-A. I’m obsessed with all forms of fried chicken, like chicken briskets and chicken sandwiches.

My favorite meal has always been fried chicken.

Obviously as I’m getting older, I’m seeing changes in my body that I may not like… but I do love food, and I’m from the South. I’m not gonna lie, I eat fried chicken, I love macaroni and cheese, and I love grits.

While my husband and I were still just dating, we courted over Popeyes fried chicken. What better way to really get to know someone than by getting elbows-deep in biscuit crumbs and chicken grease?

The initials BP used to stand for British Petroleum, but like Kentucky Fried Chicken, they changed their name to improve their image. Apparently, ‘Petroleum,’ like the word ‘Fried,’ connoted a company too oily for American tastes.

I’m from North Carolina, so I am really picky about my fried chicken.

I don’t know when the last time I had fried chicken was. Must’ve been years. As soon as I think about eating it, I think about the stomach ache I’d get.

The food in Europe is pretty disappointing. I like fried chicken. But other than that Europe is great.

The most I ever ate? In one sitting? Maybe four big plates of fried chicken, biscuits, chitlins, gravy. Then dessert. Apple pie, sweet potato pie. My mother cooked that stuff, good Southern food, and when I was 300 pounds, I never missed a meal.

Fried chicken is my husband’s favorite food.

The Kentucky Fried Chicken corporation made a bobble head of me and sent it to my management. No card, nothing.

I’ve been eating honey since I was young. I’ve been putting it on everything. I put it on fried chicken, put it on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I put it on my cereal. What else do I put honey on? I put honey on my face. Man, honey is the essential item to life.

Memories of my Southern upbringing in Richmond, Virginia, always include the smell of good southern food: fried chicken, cheese grits, Smithfield ham, and buttermilk biscuits.

I love my husband’s fried chicken, but I took it to the next level by swiping it with Cholula honey butter – I’m a total hot-sauce freak.

If I couldn’t have discipline, if I sit up eatin’ fried chicken in bed at night, I’d just as soon be dead. I take care of myself.

I know when you think about the South, you think about fried foods, but we eat a tremendous amount of vegetables. I have my own garden, so vegetables have always been a big part of my life. I love broccoli. I love fresh beets. It’s not all about the fried chicken and the biscuits.

A lot of people don’t know, but I love soul food. I love fried chicken and pork chops, all of that.

I make amazing fried chicken. The secret is taco seasoning.

The best comfort food will always be greens, cornbread, and fried chicken.

I like to eat a whole lot. I have an inner chubby girl, and her name is Mabel, and I feed Mabel a lot. I give her what she wants. If Mabel wants a honey bun, she gets it. If Mabel wants Krispy Kreme, she gets it. If Mabel wants fried chicken or ham hocks, she gets what she wants.

There are a lot of food choices in Kyochon, but I personally recommend the double fried chicken and the Soonsal series – deep-fried, boneless chicken breast strips coated in a special rice batter.

Ive found my way into a life surrounded by food people, which often leads to intensely passionate conversations about nonsense: deep-dives on devils food cake, monologues on jammy eggs, and proclamations of love addressed to Popeyes fried chicken sandwich.

I can live my life, I can be at Disneyland and eat fried chicken, and that’s my choice.

I survived in high school by working at Kentucky Fried Chicken and made my way up to assistant manager. I was surviving high school and college with that job.

The last real job I had I was 16-years-old slinging fried chicken in my hometown of Naperville, Ill.

I do all of the grocery shopping in my little family. I buy cheese, of many different kinds, sliced packaged meats and poultry, bagels, immense quantities of eggs, pre-made fried chicken. Milk. Bacon. It is insane how much dairy, deli and bakery stuff I buy.

I eat cheese and salami and a lot of fried chicken. I eat a big bag of oatmeal-raisin cookies every night and I don’t gain weight. I still look OK as long as I’m dressed.

I think it’s fun to serve comfort food because it’s an instant ice-breaker. If somebody’s expecting fancy food, and you whip out some fried chicken, they feel like, you know, they can put their elbows on the table, and the etiquette police aren’t going to come out.

I love the smell of fried chicken.

For the most part, Australian diners are familiar with kimchi, Korean fried chicken and even bimbimbap – those deliciously nourishing bowls of rice topped with a rainbow of veggies and grilled meat – but that’s where some folks’ awareness stops.

I like my fried chicken, my pizza, my peaches and my gefilte fish.