
Michael and I don't typically like to eat at American chains when we travel, but over the years, we've made an exception for KFC. It all started when we were in St. Martin during our first vacation together in May 2007. We rented a car to drive around the island, and I got hungry (as expected) but we just had lunch! All of a sudden, KFC appeared out of nowhere!... and it had a drive-thru! It was like KFC heard my dilemma... and it was the perfect thing to hold me over until dinner.
Then my first time in Germany that same year, as we were driving to Michael's cousin's house in Nuremburg from the airport, the first familiar thing I saw was KFC!... but we didn't have time to stop over. I am still kicking myself for not speaking up that day. Luckily, when we were in Prague a few nights later, the opportunity came again when KFC was the only thing opened when we arrived late. Anh La, Kathy, & Duong (Michael goes without saying :) were all down for KFC, so I think we bought at least 40 wings :) maybe even 60!

From then on, it became a tradition for us when we traveled - if we saw a KFC, we'd stop by at some point to try their hot wings. The chicken is different in every country, ya know?! Below is Michael (with his chicken claws) testing it out in Ibiza, Spain last year...
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