Thumper
02-04-2019, 05:00 PM
Lynn and I have been (a few times) to Gus' World Famous Fried Chicken in downtown Memphis and it's always been on our "must go list" anytime we're in town. Yep, it's a dive, right downtown close to the river front. It's not the most attractive area, but areas like that is where you find the best food anydamnway! We've been to a few other locations around the country that have opened in recent years, but our hearts are with the downtown Memphis location and we WILL NOT miss it if in town. Yes, I said it's a dive ... not the greatest area ... but when they're open, expect a line leading from the inside, out the door and down the street. It's worth the wait. Here's what the joint looks like: (Hey, I SAID it's a dive!)
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Well, while I was in Houston, Lynn called me and sounded all excited. She said she noticed there's now a Gus' in Houston! She begged me to PLEASE go there and bring some of their chicken home for her. I googled the address and mentioned it to my bro-in-law. All he said was that was all the way downtown in a bit of a "dark" neighborhood. (Note: he and my sis are NOT foodies by any stretch of the imagination and eating to them, is just a necessary evil) When I mentioned it was "for Lynn", they decided we'd head into downtown Houston for lunch on Saturday (my flight home was Saturday evening). Here's our lunch (note: the fries were for them, I had fried okra which had already been devoured before I took this pic)
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After lunch, I ordered 3 chicken breasts to bring home for Lynn. We returned to my sis' house where I put the togo bag of chicken on the kitchen counter while I went upstairs to change and grab my suitcase for my return flight home. I came back downstairs with my suitcase and a small carry-on bag (CPAP machine), grabbed the togo bag off the counter and my sis and bil dropped me off at the airport. I flew back on Southwest which has no assigned seating and it's just first come, first served ... so I was in a bit of a rush to grab an isle seat ... otherwise, I'd be miserable as well as the two unlucky souls who'd have to sit next to my fat ass! I have TSA Pre-check, so I pretty much whipped through the TSA stop. That is UNTIL they pulled my bag of chicken out of the xray machine and put it aside. Ok, no big deal ... it's just three cooked chicken breasts, so there should be no problem. I was told to wait, which I did. There was a couple in front of me who had purchased a very expensive bottle of liquor as a gift and they were pulled aside and told they could not bring it aboard. This couple were total a-holes and were as nasty as they could be to the TSA agents. They were given the option of returning to the desk and checking the bag, but they refused. It turned into a LOOONG argument and eventually the TSA agent explained they had no other option and asked if they were going to agree to TSA confiscating it. The woman told him to enjoy it as she was SURE the agent was going to take it home with him. The agent informed her they were required to pour it out right there if they told them they did not want to check it. He then asked the couple if they agreed to those terms and they refused to answer. the agent again asked them and they said nothing. Again the agent told them he had to have a yes or no from them before he could dispose of it. They basically told him to stick it up his ass and refused to answer. They were nasty people and total a-holes. The agent finally poured it out into a container as the couple walked toward the plane.
Ok, by now I'm starting to get a little irritated because through that whole ordeal, my chicken had been sitting behind the TSA desk as people were streaming by me and grabbing the good seats on the flight. Grrrr! :angryfire
Now it's my turn, but I knew it would be a simple and quick process as soon as they looked into my bag at the measly 3-pieces of fried chicken. Of course, I had no clue why the "F" they'd pulled it in the first place. Well, my wait dragged on ... and on ... and on. I finally asked why they were holding me up for three lousy pieces of chicken? (all the while the totally booked flight is filling up fast!) I continued waiting and finally approached the desk again and asked them why I was being held for three fucking pieces of chicken??!! They told me they were waiting for a supervisor to get there. WTF?????
I figured they were a couple of dumbass, inexperienced lackeys who may have been hired during the gov't shutdown or sumpin'. Ok, people are still streaming by me grabbing the good seats and now I'm about to go full a-hole like the couple who had been ahead of me. I rarely get rude, but I was starting to make a few rude comments about incompetent wannabe jerk-offs working for TSA! Finally a supervisor arrived and was carrying my chicken like it had just emerged from Chernobyl or sumpin'. I gave him a disgusted look and made some smart-assed remark about their stupidity treating my frigging fried chicken like it was friggin' toxic waste or something. I continued to get more pissed as more people walked past me getting on the plane.
The agent started reaching in the bag as I continued my rant about having to stand there for 40 frigging minutes while they dealt with the couple ahead of me and holding my toxic-waste the whole time. I continued by reminding them how ridiculous they were for holding me up due to three fucking pieces of god-damned FRIED CHICKEN!!! The TSA supervisor then reached in with a gloved hand and lifted out a jar of peanut butter!!! WTF???
Then it hit me. My sis bought a jar of peanut butter at the store and it was a bogo. When she got the groceries home, she realized she'd picked up a jar of smooth as well as a jar of crunchy peanut butter. They do NOT like crunchy, but that's generally what I like to eat. I later found out that while I was upstairs showering, my sis slipped the jar of crunchy peanut butter into the bag of chicken as it was sitting on the kitchen counter top, but failed to mention it to me. Arrrggghhh!! I felt about 3" tall as the agent looked at me, rolled his eyes and set it aside for disposal. Sheeesh! Does that make me as big an asshole as the couple ahead of me? (don't answer that!)
I told Lynn she'd better REALLY enjoy her g'damned fried chicken! ;)
Oh, and if you ever have a chance to visit Gus' ... here's their story:
https://gusfriedchicken.com/about-us/
10521
Well, while I was in Houston, Lynn called me and sounded all excited. She said she noticed there's now a Gus' in Houston! She begged me to PLEASE go there and bring some of their chicken home for her. I googled the address and mentioned it to my bro-in-law. All he said was that was all the way downtown in a bit of a "dark" neighborhood. (Note: he and my sis are NOT foodies by any stretch of the imagination and eating to them, is just a necessary evil) When I mentioned it was "for Lynn", they decided we'd head into downtown Houston for lunch on Saturday (my flight home was Saturday evening). Here's our lunch (note: the fries were for them, I had fried okra which had already been devoured before I took this pic)
10522
After lunch, I ordered 3 chicken breasts to bring home for Lynn. We returned to my sis' house where I put the togo bag of chicken on the kitchen counter while I went upstairs to change and grab my suitcase for my return flight home. I came back downstairs with my suitcase and a small carry-on bag (CPAP machine), grabbed the togo bag off the counter and my sis and bil dropped me off at the airport. I flew back on Southwest which has no assigned seating and it's just first come, first served ... so I was in a bit of a rush to grab an isle seat ... otherwise, I'd be miserable as well as the two unlucky souls who'd have to sit next to my fat ass! I have TSA Pre-check, so I pretty much whipped through the TSA stop. That is UNTIL they pulled my bag of chicken out of the xray machine and put it aside. Ok, no big deal ... it's just three cooked chicken breasts, so there should be no problem. I was told to wait, which I did. There was a couple in front of me who had purchased a very expensive bottle of liquor as a gift and they were pulled aside and told they could not bring it aboard. This couple were total a-holes and were as nasty as they could be to the TSA agents. They were given the option of returning to the desk and checking the bag, but they refused. It turned into a LOOONG argument and eventually the TSA agent explained they had no other option and asked if they were going to agree to TSA confiscating it. The woman told him to enjoy it as she was SURE the agent was going to take it home with him. The agent informed her they were required to pour it out right there if they told them they did not want to check it. He then asked the couple if they agreed to those terms and they refused to answer. the agent again asked them and they said nothing. Again the agent told them he had to have a yes or no from them before he could dispose of it. They basically told him to stick it up his ass and refused to answer. They were nasty people and total a-holes. The agent finally poured it out into a container as the couple walked toward the plane.
Ok, by now I'm starting to get a little irritated because through that whole ordeal, my chicken had been sitting behind the TSA desk as people were streaming by me and grabbing the good seats on the flight. Grrrr! :angryfire
Now it's my turn, but I knew it would be a simple and quick process as soon as they looked into my bag at the measly 3-pieces of fried chicken. Of course, I had no clue why the "F" they'd pulled it in the first place. Well, my wait dragged on ... and on ... and on. I finally asked why they were holding me up for three lousy pieces of chicken? (all the while the totally booked flight is filling up fast!) I continued waiting and finally approached the desk again and asked them why I was being held for three fucking pieces of chicken??!! They told me they were waiting for a supervisor to get there. WTF?????
I figured they were a couple of dumbass, inexperienced lackeys who may have been hired during the gov't shutdown or sumpin'. Ok, people are still streaming by me grabbing the good seats and now I'm about to go full a-hole like the couple who had been ahead of me. I rarely get rude, but I was starting to make a few rude comments about incompetent wannabe jerk-offs working for TSA! Finally a supervisor arrived and was carrying my chicken like it had just emerged from Chernobyl or sumpin'. I gave him a disgusted look and made some smart-assed remark about their stupidity treating my frigging fried chicken like it was friggin' toxic waste or something. I continued to get more pissed as more people walked past me getting on the plane.
The agent started reaching in the bag as I continued my rant about having to stand there for 40 frigging minutes while they dealt with the couple ahead of me and holding my toxic-waste the whole time. I continued by reminding them how ridiculous they were for holding me up due to three fucking pieces of god-damned FRIED CHICKEN!!! The TSA supervisor then reached in with a gloved hand and lifted out a jar of peanut butter!!! WTF???
Then it hit me. My sis bought a jar of peanut butter at the store and it was a bogo. When she got the groceries home, she realized she'd picked up a jar of smooth as well as a jar of crunchy peanut butter. They do NOT like crunchy, but that's generally what I like to eat. I later found out that while I was upstairs showering, my sis slipped the jar of crunchy peanut butter into the bag of chicken as it was sitting on the kitchen counter top, but failed to mention it to me. Arrrggghhh!! I felt about 3" tall as the agent looked at me, rolled his eyes and set it aside for disposal. Sheeesh! Does that make me as big an asshole as the couple ahead of me? (don't answer that!)
I told Lynn she'd better REALLY enjoy her g'damned fried chicken! ;)
Oh, and if you ever have a chance to visit Gus' ... here's their story:
https://gusfriedchicken.com/about-us/