I returned to the Twilight Zone KFC. Aha! This time, the preternaturally clean exterior was blemished by a MickeyD’s large fry sleeve and an empty plastic bottle, plainly dumped out of the passenger side of a vehicle. The offending items laid in a blind spot for workers inside. I reported them to the drivethru staffer, who thanked me and said someone would take care of it. Sure enough, while I was in the drivethru lane, a guy trotted out and swept the items into one of those tilting handled receptacles. This time, my special order (no Mayo) did not delay delivery of my food. It was ready as I pulled up to the window. The staffer was a well spoken young man with tattoos and piercings, as pleasant as the female teen who served me the time before. The sandwich had a huge filet of chicken breast, crunchy outside, hot, juicy, and perfectly cooked with three dill pickle chips. The fries were just cooked and seasoned perfectly. Yes, this KFC is still in the Twilight Zone.