Goddammit, Adam Jones. Now I'm just hungry for Popeye's. And also cake.
It began, one imagines, as a simple question, posed conspiratorially around a gleaming boardroom conference table in an upper floor of AFC Enterprises headquarters in Sandy Springs, Ga.: Why settle for chicken fingers, when you could have an entire horrifying rheumatoid chicken hand that you grimly rip apart like the…
Consider the Popeye's biscuit.