Bojangles

Reviews

• LW

  Lynch William

  Feb 21, 2026
  1.0
  Do not give this place your money
• MR

  Mark Roberts

  Jan 31, 2026
  1.0
  ⭐ (1 star, and that’s only because Google won’t let me give it a black hole) I just survived a full Category-5 blizzard to get here. Snow slapping me in the face like it caught me cheating, wind howling so loud I thought Mother Nature was personally yelling at me to turn around. I looked like a walking abominable snowman who forgot leg day, but I pressed on because Bojangles chicken is worth risking becoming a permanent ice sculpture. The food? Still straight-up legendary. That crispy, spicy, golden perfection hits different. Biscuits so flaky they could star in their own reality show called “Layers of Glory.” And those Bo-rounds? Potato crack in circle form. I was ready to slow-dance with the entire combo tray. Then I stumble up to the register, still shedding snow like a malfunctioning snow globe. Me (teeth chattering, trying not to sound like a dying walrus): “Hey… can I get the 4-piece spicy with Bo-rounds on the side?” Cashier (locks eyes on me like I just walked in and announced I was there to steal her soul AND her parking spot. Pure, weaponized contempt. Staring so hard I felt my life expectancy drop by 7 years on the spot): “Bo-rounds. Are. A. TEN. MINUTE. WAIT.” (Delivered like I personally invented global warming.) Me (still polite, because frostbite makes you diplomatic): “No worries, I’ll wait the 10 minutes.” Cashier (suddenly erupts like a human volcano, leans halfway over the counter, voice hitting decibels usually reserved for air-raid sirens): “NO YOU WON’T!!! We are NOT doing Bo-rounds right now! You’re DONE! Move! NEXT!!!” …Excuse me, Satan’s barista? I just waded through a frozen hellscape that would make penguins file for emotional support, and you’re out here acting like my 10-minute patience is a personal attack on your entire existence? You cut me off mid-order, glared at me like I owed you child support, then screamed that I couldn’t wait for something I literally just volunteered to wait for. Your energy was so hostile it could’ve melted the blizzard outside from sheer rage. While I stood there like a scolded Roomba waiting for my (sadly Bo-round-less) food, I got the bonus director’s cut: her snapping at every employee behind the counter (“If y’all don’t MOVE I’m gonna start throwing biscuits like frisbees!”), barking at the next guy in line (“You want extra honey? We ain’t running a spa today, figure it out!”), and just radiating the vibe of someone who’s one wrong order away from turning the whole restaurant into a crime scene on Dateline. Food still so good it deserves its own Michelin star and a restraining order against this cashier. 13/10, would brave hypothermia again. Service? Thermal nuclear winter. -1000/10. Would make a polar bear cry and file a complaint with HR. Pro move: Order on the app, pick it up, and sprint back into the storm before she notices you breathing her air. Food: 🐔🔥🥟 Service: 😡🔥🚫👹 Overall: 1 star. The chicken is carrying this location on its crispy little back. Someone give that bird a raise. 😭
• BB

  Ben Bonk

  Jan 31, 2026
  1.0
  Alas, lend me thine ears, for I bring a tale of valor, poultry, and grievous discourtesy. Through snow and biting wind did I travel, a lone wanderer upon a frozen path, boots damp, nose numbed, spirit unbroken, all in pursuit of humble sustenance from Bojangles. Each step was a trial, each gust a foe, yet onward I pressed, for hunger is a tyrant and biscuits a worthy prize. I came not as a mere customer, but as a warrior returned from battle, deserving warmth, or at the very least, basic decency. What greeting met this frost worn pilgrim. Faces long as winter nights and voices sharp enough to shave steel. The workers bore the look of souls personally offended by my existence, as though my request for food were a crime most foul. Sighs were loosed with such drama I feared I had interrupted a royal council, not a shift behind a counter. And behold, the managers, those self crowned rulers of this fried domain. They strutted about with the confidence of kings and the charm of locked doors. Leadership, it seems, had been mistaken for glaring from afar while others flounder. A kind word from them would be rarer than a sunny day in a stormy play. The chicken, I confess, was crisp and well seasoned. Yet the welcome was colder than the snow through which I marched to obtain it. Thus did my feast taste not of triumph, but of mild disappointment and strong side eye. Mark me well. If a man must cross wintry lands for thy food, greet him not as a nuisance, but as the legend he is.
• TG

  Teresa Gupton

  Jan 29, 2026
  5.0
  Ms.Faye and the entire staff have always been accommodating and welcoming when you visit this location.
• MC

  Melba Corbell

  Jan 11, 2026
  1.0
  Terrible customer service. I have come through the drive through and in person it does not matter. The breakfast is not worth waiting for. Requested made to order and still received rock hard biscuits with cold country ham and cheese. I believe the fries were refried. Do not recommend this particular Bojangles!