We came through the drive thru and ordered the 20 pc family meal to go and even though we waited, we were only waiting for fresh food, the manager went above and beyond to make sure we were taken care of and everything was right before we left the parking lot. He was absolutely awesome! The whole crew was working hard, they had our family meal and several other cars come through the drive thru while we were waiting and they rocked it out. It was around 5:45 pm on a Sunday, but I don’t know the names of anyone on shift, just know they were great.
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Johan Van Oldenbarnevelt
6 days ago
HARK, TRAVELERS OF THE SMOKY MOUNTAINS! Hear the tale of a weary Northman, whose belly rumbled louder than Thunder-God Thor’s own chariot!
I had marched for leagues through the treacherous lands of Alcoa, Tennessee. My axe was heavy, my shield was splintered, and my spirit was fading into the frozen mists of starvation. I did not need gold. I did not need glory. I needed fodder!
Then, like a golden hall of Valhalla rising from the asphalt, I beheld it: Bojangles.
The scent of grease and glory filled the air! I charged the counter, slamming my fists down, demanding their finest flesh. And by Odin’s raven eye, they delivered a feast worthy of the High King himself!
• The Cajun Filet Biscuit: A weapon of pure culinary violence! The chicken breast was forged in the fires of Muspelheim—crispy, jagged, and biting with a glorious, spicy kick. It was wedged inside a biscuit so buttery and fluffy it felt like biting into the very clouds of Asgard.
• The Seasoned Fries: Stripped from the earth and dusted with a magical orange powder that set my warrior tongue ablaze! I devoured them by the handful like a berserker in a frenzy.
• The Bo-Berry Biscuit: A sweet victory prize! I suspected witchcraft at first, but the sweet glaze and berries healed my battle-worn soul.
The thralls behind the counter looked upon my ravenous desperation with great mercy. They moved with the speed of Valkyries, filling my box with golden, fried plunder before I could even draw my blade.
If you find yourself stranded in the realm of Alcoa and your stomach cries out for war, march to Bojangles! It is not mere fast food. It is the fuel of legends! I shall return, or my name isn't Ragnar Thick-Thighs
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Alvin Carson
Sep 29, 2026
If you can ever get the chicken made fresh without beining over cooked, this would be a five star place!! There chicken used to taste better but i believe it's the cooks that are not well trained. There biscuits are good when made fresh. These days most fast food chain are more focused on speed then on the quality of food standards!! Which is sad. And an 8 piece chicken meal will cost you over $30 including taxes, so basically it's not worth the prices they charge!
The AI at the drive through makes this place impossible to enjoy
Utilized drive 🚗 thru 1st time visitor. I had a Cajun chicken biscuit. Ordered prepared "fresh"..I was impressed with the speed at which this was done and the nice treat of not having to pull up and ✋️ wait. The biscuit was just a tiny bit dry but I still enjoyed it and the meat to 🍞 bread ratio was substantial. Next time I will add jelly and a bit of 🧈 butter to maximize my experience.