The first time I drove by Pollo Campero I couldn’t how ridiculously long the line was to get into the place. Nothing changed the next few times I drove by and I decided to look up online why was it so popular. It turns out it’s a Fried Chicken chain from Guatemala. So one day I’m driving by and there’s no one there. I couldn’t believe it. I took it as a sign that it was time to check this place out.
I walk in and there’s one guy in front of me who’s apparently learning how the ordering process goes. If I could have, I would have deep fried his noggin. Once Mr. timeliness is done, I survey the menu and decide to order a variety of things.
I get a box of their Pressure Cooked Chicken, Chicken Strips, Campero Rice, French Fries, and Breaded Chicken Sandwich. Next thing I know, I look behind me and there is a massive line, I guess nothing’s changed. I just happen to have arrived at the right time. Good thing is I’m taking this all to go.
They have an area for sauces as well as fresh cilantro. Mr. Timeliness is packing up containers of Sauces like it’s going out of style (much like his tacky clothes).
I arrive at my parent’s house and survey my order. The Campero Rice, French Fries were OK. The Chicken Strips were pretty good also but the Chicken Sandwich was not. It tasted like a cardboard box, I’m not kidding.
Once I tried the Chicken I could see what the fuss is all about. This Chicken is delicious, real delicious. It’s moist and crispy on the outside. All hail Pollo Campero.
If I were a Chicken, I’d want to be in a Pollo Campero pressure cooker and if I was a hammer, I’d want to crush the skull of the guy who was in line in front of me. So that might have been too harsh, kneecaps maybe?
2800 SW 8th Street, Miami, FL