Sad I would one star a Popeye's, but this one deserves it. Whether it'd be the employees at the cashier with their monotone / robotic lack of personalities (how come I'm the one saying "Hi, how's it going?") to the possible day old cajun fries that feel like rock hard diamonds when I'm taking a crapper. This particular Popeyes is in desperate need of restructuring from the ground up. Possibly the worst of all the ones I've ever visited and will most definitely be the last for this one. Probably check in a year or two to see if the cast of P. Diddy's making the band has been replaced so that the food over here can be cooked properly. (For the record, I gave them three visits for a fair chance....and those rock hard fries hurt every time)