Restaurant Review, Popeye’s 9606 Rosedale Hwy Bakersfield, CA 93312

Restaurant Review, Popeye’s  9606 Rosedale Hwy  Bakersfield, CA  93312

Mild I tender with dipping sauces, “a special blend of Cajun spiced rice with just the right amount of authentic New Orleans seasoned meats and herbs,” the spicy tenderness over baking highways eating in orders, the charge of records with getting a peaceful compromise while listening to the skin in my ears and singing personal orders inside a luxurious lobby built from stripes of images and redness that’s more grey.  Cooks, runners, and customers around these parts are expeditors who share history when the clean ambiance and passing music remind me of those lonely epic moments in restaurants, during which a face beams up to utter perfection and atmosphere kicks up with both its internal environment and external environment.  Popeye’s is about Cajun Gravy, Cajun Rice, Cajun Spices, Cajun Home Style Battering, Cajun Seasonings, and Cajun Fries not French Fries; revolving Louisiana society and authentic New Orleans recipes, Popeye’s determines pollo in a Southern mannerism that’s distinguished from KFC’s.  It’s a family establishment since they provide food in vanquished quantities; today they offer children galactic maps and fish out tenders with Sweet Heat Sauce that’s invented with red peppers and honey, living for one convoluted prospect about cooking and encouraging magnificent joints for Southern fanatics and California residents alike.  Honey may complement in sweetness with high fructose corn syrup while Bakersfield Popeye’s sells designed batches of seafood, and the dining room becomes Bakersfield Popeye’s infatuation with Bako’s desert outside, which is the external environment that’s technically apart from this restaurant’s internal environment due to a tall sign on an attractive pole and the fast food company’s own pertained visage of logos and window posters.  Popeye’s Wild Honey Mustard Sauce could be randomly from certain types of geography and it flashes in my memory that Wild Mountain Honey and goes well with chicken that can be spicy or mild when I resume to the mesa carrying a tray full of rations.  Bakersfield Popeye’s fun attention to detail serves as their diversion to exciting principles such as aroused laughter and talkative love mongers.  Dreaming from Popeye’s social endeavors via informal transitions and Color TV, I return to Rosedale Plaza's identical spice of life and observe Bako’s gusto with a romantic fever for exercise and future hold, as I regress from lingo towards places through body removal and recent sanguine temper.  I don’t wish to be solo nada in a lavatory, however genders need to be united.  Popeye’s combos aren’t related to hamburgers; in fact, the company has Louisiana expressions (“Louisiana Fast”) of their disposal, and their Louisiana menu typifies a varied form of spiciness.  (Popeye’s mild textures aren’t Tapatío’s juice.)  Popeye’s prepared mustard has the mustard seed; Popeye’s Creole Mustard has the mustard seed.  My spicy references to Popeye’s accommodations are related to my birth, and I’ve just found since very little in age that I gravitate near foreign foods, because I don’t just listen to Earth when there’s galaxies across the universe.  The chicken’s (pollo’s) temperature isn’t excessive, the biscuits are puffy crisps, the dirty rice is rustic with silly tastes, and my soda’s ice transforms into Bakersfield’s medium of hot water pretty quickly.  My past cashier for Bakersfield Popeye’s deems her own correct opinions about sauces and late moments; plus, I can sit by a back-cushion bench in surreal modes for music engagement and my biological spiciness.