Mikey C.
Google
DO NOT EAT HERE. The Flying Chicken is a total scam disguised as a family-owned “local gem.”
I just visited this place with my friend and we left so genuinely pissed off that we had to sit in the car in silence for a second to process what just happened. First of all, the guy who runs the place was literally outside messing with his motorcycle as we pulled up. Not just hanging out — elbows-deep in grease, no gloves, no apron, no professionalism whatsoever. Then he walks right in behind us like it’s casual, goes behind the counter, and (I’m praying I’m wrong) proceeds to make our food. Zero sign that he washed his hands.
The food? Absolutely not. The chicken tenders were these mutant, grotesquely oversized chunks of meat that looked like they were raised in a lab by scientists who hate joy. They weren’t even crispy — just dense, fatty, chewy blocks that made me feel like I was cutting into a raw steak. You don’t bite into these tenders, you wrestle with them. And the fries? Total afterthought. Limp, flavorless, ice cold within five minutes, and coated in enough salt to cause kidney failure.
It felt like we were being punked. Like someone dared them to see how bad they could make a meal before someone said something. The whole place felt off — like they opened just to say they opened, without a single thought about quality, service, or basic hygiene. This isn’t just a bad meal. It’s the kind of experience that ruins your appetite for the rest of the day and makes you question how this place even got a food license. Flying Chicken? More like Crashing Disaster. Shut it down.