Chicken Shops in Cambridge Bay, NU

“Let me tell you about my unforgettable trip to the KFC in Cambridge Bay — a place so remote even the Google Maps voice whispers, “You sure, buddy?”

The journey started with a simple craving for fried chicken and the questionable idea to canoe all the way there. Halfway through the tundra winds, three of my fingers quietly resigned due to frostbite. They didn’t even give notice — just turned blue, fell off, and probably floated past a confused seal.

But I made it. I paddled into town, frostbitten, finger-light, and dreaming of that Colonel’s secret recipe. I thought the worst was over.

It was not.

I barely stepped into the parking lot when a squad of polar bears rolled up like they were running security. One sniffed my coat. One sniffed my canoe. The biggest one sniffed my bucket voucher. They clearly wanted that family meal more than I did. Or perhaps they wanted me to become their family meal.

I did what any brave, noble, finger-deficient explorer would do: screamed, dropped my paddle, and ran inside flapping my arms like an off-brand puffin.

The staff didn’t even blink — just nodded, handed me a bucket, and said, “They usually leave if you don’t make eye contact.”

The chicken? Perfect. Crispy. Heavenly. Absolutely worth losing 30% of my gripping ability and getting mugged by Arctic bears.

Would I return? No. Would I recommend it? Absolutely.“