Pollo Campero as a chain originated in Guatemala. Worldwide there are more than 400 Pollo Campero locations with their international headquarters in Dallas, Texas. It does have a Pollo Campero USA division with more than 70 restaurants in the United States alone.
I think that if Pollo Campero could gain some momentum, they might be a force to be reckoned with. After first trying them in mid-2009, they have stepped up their game considerably.
If you’re a fried chicken fan and love your breading super crispy, then these are the folks for you. Even their side dishes, which I have been critical about in the past, are great, like the mashed potatoes & gravy, the Campero rice, and the corn salad.
Pollo Campero doesn’t have chicken tenders; instead, they have Camperitos. These little nuggets of juicy white chicken are highly addictive and pair well with their Campero sauce. I loved them so much I invited them to participate in my chicken tender event, Luv Me Tenders!
Recently they relaunched their chicken sandwiches in crispy and grilled versions. The Pollo Campero crispy sandwich is very similar to the Chick-fil-A sammy that has been making folks get in long drive-thru lines. It’s delicious, and if you have the opportunity, you really should eat one.
One last thing, pick up a trio of their empanadas for later. They reheat perfectly in a toaster oven or air fryer. And don’t forget to dip them in the Campero sauce.
Pollo Campero Food Pictures
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June 2nd, 2009 – The first time I drove by Pollo Campero (2800 SW 8th Street, Miami), I couldn’t believe the ridiculously long line to get into the place. Nothing changed the next few times I drove by, and I decided to look up online where the PC’s popularity came from. 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 figured it was 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 order a variety of things.
I get a box of their pressure-cooked chicken, chicken strips, black beans with rice, french fries, yuca fries, breaded chicken sandwich, grilled chicken sandwich, and flan. The next thing I know, I look behind me, and there is a massive line; I guess nothing’s changed. I happen to have arrived at the right time.
They have an area for sauces as well as fresh cilantro, and I wanted to get a pic of it but guess who’s in my way? Mr. slow as molasses. This guy 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 they think I’ve gone mad with all the stuff I brought.
So how was it?
The black beans/rice, french fries, and flan were ok. The yuca fries were good. The chicken strips were pretty good also, but those chicken sandwiches were not. The grilled chicken sandwich tasted like a cardboard box; I’m not kidding. Once I tried the chicken, I see what the fuss is all about. This chicken is delicious, really 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 were a hammer, I’d want to crush the skull of the guy who was in line in front of me.
Ok, so that might have been too harsh, kneecaps, maybe?