The crisis has nothing to do with the sandwich itself.

But now a decade later, it's back on KFC menus and my moral crisis is back with it. I'm talking like god is Joan Crawford and we're all Bette Davis.įortunately, the Double Down went away and the universe made sense again. The KFC Double Down could bring me back to religion, because it's a good sign that there's a god of some sort and he really doesn't like us. That happened long before the cooks in KFC's test kitchen either gave up on life and hope or let a joke memo go way too far down the approval line. The KFC Double Down sandwich, a gastric curse consisting of two boneless slices of fried chicken serving an unholy union instead of bread, didn't push me away from my religion. I wanted to have faith but in the end, it just didn't happen. I got the ashes on my forehead every Wednesday after Mardi Gras. I got baptized when I was born, went to church, served as an altar boy, and my confirmation was whenever I was at the age that people of my former faith get confirmed.

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