Chicken Restaurants near Denver

“What a hidden gem! Food was delicious and service was great. We had the lamb and beef skewers and the gyro platters. Generous portions and served with a super good homemade hot sauce. Everything was very fresh and well made. 100% recommend this place.“

“Another great experience at a Chic-fil-a. The order taker was very friendly and helpful. We were there at lunchtime, and they were still just as quick as any other time. The food was as we had ordered and it was hot and fresh. I would recommend them to anyone looking for a delicious chicken meal.“

“The Zaxbys in Denver is a good one. There’s something for everyone. The line for drive thru is hit or miss. Most times it’s quick. But if they get a hit in the dining room it will be much slower. Just be aware when pulling in if you’re in a hurry. The food is very consistent. Once in a while our kids fries box is not full, so just check before leaving.“

“Came here for the first time with my boyfriend for lunch. The entire experience was honestly great! The lady at the counter greeted us and was super friendly, our food was ready before we even finished making our drinks, and the food was really good. My tenders were so juicy and hot, the fries were perfect, the 2 piece meal was perfectly crispy and moist. The restaurant was spotless, not even the vents on the ceiling had a speck of dust on them. Every employee we spoke to was polite and professional and friendly. The professionalism really surprised me, these days it seems like most fast food places are full of employees who either visibly hate their job, or they look half dressed in their uniforms, or they are rude, or halfway do their jobs.... The list goes on, y'all know what I'm talking about. But this place is a diamond in the rough. I think we found our new Sunday lunch spot :)“

“I walked into that gas station a broken man, spiritually bankrupt, and questioning my life choices—then Krispy Krunchy Chicken touched my soul like a deep-fried baptism. The first bite shattered the very fabric of my reality, unleashing a chorus of angels who harmonized in crispy, golden perfection as my taste buds ascended to a higher plane of existence. That biscuit? So buttery, I legally changed my name to Darlin’ and now have to pay taxes in Louisiana. If this chicken were any holier, the Pope himself would trade in the Vatican for a two-piece combo with a side of red beans and rice.

Blessed be the crunch.“