Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers

It was ok for fast food. Nothing fantastic, but decent. I did really like the fries and they serve Coke products!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 4

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries

Excellent food. If you like chicken, you need to try Raising Cane's. You will love it as much as I do.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries, Chicken Finger, Texas Toast, French Fries

The high schoolers with me loved it. There was a long wait after the high school state football game, but since our team won, it was not worth it.😎

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries

The Texas toast was definitely the best thing here by far. The chicken fingers were okay but the fries were just heaven. Raising Canes sauce tops it off perfectly.

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 5

Service: 4

Recommended dishes: Texas Toast, French Fries

Food was ok and service is what it is for a fast food restaurant, but there was a guy walking around smacking everything as loud as he could and yelling slurs. Maybe that's not the restaurants fault but they didn't do anything about it

Atmosphere: 1

Food: 3

Service: 3

I loved the food, it was so delicious that I almost died of happiness. The Texas toast is the best part of the meal

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 5

Service: 4

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries, Fried Chicken, Texas Toast

My first time at this location after trying it in MN, not the same taste, this was very heavy with grease and the fries were cold. The place needs a good cleaning

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 2

Service: 3

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries, Fried Chicken, Texas Toast, Coleslaw

Just regular fried chicken

I’ve been here a couple times and it’s pretty nice but the last time I went I ordered 4 chicken fingers and there were only 2… 😢 receipt in photo shows I ordered 4

I went to the Raising Cane’s on State Street, starving and a little delirious. I don’t even remember how I got there, only that it was a crawl to the front door—literally. When I walked in, the air was thick, misty, like fog had crept in with me. It clung to my clothes, adding this surreal vibe that made me question if I was dreaming.

Then I saw him, Post Malone, behind the counter. He had the whole look going—the tattoos, the hazy expression. Only something was… off. His eyes didn’t have that spark you’d expect, and when he looked at me, it felt like he was staring through me rather than at me. I brushed it off, figuring he was just tired or putting on some character for the promo. You know how they say “Post can’t leave Raising Cane’s”? I assumed it was all part of the bit.

I walked up and gave my order. He repeated it back to me in this lifeless tone, like his words had to be yanked out of his mouth. While I waited, I noticed the posters plastered everywhere, all featuring Post’s face and some slogans about his new album. They were marked “50% OFF,” which seemed like a bargain until I saw the look the other employee was giving me from across the room. They were just leaning against the wall with a scowl that made it clear I better not ask about the deal or anything else, actually.

When Post handed me my tray, he slipped me a napkin. At first, I thought he was giving me extra because of the grease or something, but then I saw the red ink. It wasn’t ink. HELP. Written in blood. I looked up, startled, but he held my gaze and shook his head subtly, his expression still blank.

I stared down again, but somehow the letters had warped, now reading BUY THE NEW ALBUM! I blinked, wondering if my hunger was messing with my head. But when I looked up at him again, he looked exhausted. I realized there were faint red lines on his fingertips, as if he’d written that message over and over.

I wanted to say something, ask if he was okay, but the other employee was watching me, daring me to say anything that might disrupt whatever twisted show they were running here. So I nodded, grabbed my tray, and walked out the door, feeling like I’d left part of myself behind in that strange mist that seemed to pull Post Malone deeper into the restaurant every time he moved.

On my way home, I realized the fog was following me, but no matter how much I wanted to go back and try to help, I knew he’d be there forever, lost in the haze, forever trying to find a way to tell the world he’s still in there.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Coleslaw

Folks, people, guys, gals, enbies, and everyone across the spectrum of the vast human experience—let me tell you, my trip to Cane’s was like no other. I came in with just four dollars, but hunger was a beast gnawing at me. I’d walked here from Dubuque, Iowa, half-starved. My legs felt like noodles, but the vision of hot, crispy tenders kept me moving.

It was early Thursday morning when I arrived, and I parked myself outside the door, waiting. When the bleary-eyed worker came up, they gave me a once-over and said, “Hey, did you know we’re running a promotion?” And that’s when I saw it: a glorious, life-sized poster of Post Malone hanging right by the register. Now, Posty’s been my icon, my anthem—my get-through-it-all. I had just enough for a tender and the poster, so I took the deal. With the tender for food and the poster for warmth, I figured I’d struck gold.

But, fam, I had no clue what was coming.

As they handed over the bag and poster, something snapped. I grabbed them both and inhaled it all—yes, all of it. The tendie, the plastic, the Styrofoam, the ink-laden poster. By the time I realized what I’d done, it was too late. The worker looked horrified, and within minutes, an ambulance was on-site, like this sort of thing happened weekly. They were giving her (she had a pronoun sticker on, very based) a Cane’s lemonade IV. Meanwhile, I was there, stunned, still tasting ink and plastic, but somehow feeling…alive.

With their star worker down, I offered to fill in. They accepted, and I plunged into a rhythm—breading tenders, taking orders, holding down the Cane’s fort. But by the 1,365th tender, my stomach churned, a strange chemical sensation spreading under my skin. It was as if the ink from the poster and the plastic were fusing with me, chemically bonding into my bloodstream. I started to feel different. Like my whole self was just…dissolving, being replaced. It wasn’t just hunger anymore; it was a gnawing feeling that I was losing my own mind, who I’d been.

*My skin felt tight, almost rubbery. A strange, faint glow seemed to radiate off me, my arms tinged with what looked like permanent ink stains. The chemical transformation took over my skin like a layer of something synthetic was growing over me, sealing me in. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror—there was a rough beard on my face, my eyes hollow. I looked like an off-brand version of Post Malone. But it wasn’t just my face; I was thinking in lyrics, speaking in fragments of songs. And I realized, with dawning horror, that I’d been working here…around the clock.

Days blurred into nights. My hands kept breading tenders, moving on autopilot. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I’d rested. I was living here. Trapped. I started scribbling notes in ketchup on the wrappers—“help me”—hoping someone would see them, that maybe a customer would read between the smears and save me.

But no one noticed. The transformation was complete. And with each new batch of tenders, I was less myself, more chemically-bound to the fryers, the wrappers, and the faint smell of plastic ink.

Wheelchair accessibility: I carry them in myself to give them the real raising canes experience. They make me.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Chicken Fingers with Fries

It is a consistent experience usually with taste. This Canes does run out or forget to put items into the meals a lot.

Good food fast. Super crowded

Atmosphere: 3

Food: 5

Service: 4

Recommended dishes: Chicken Sandwich Combo

These are the real deal chicken fingers!
Came out fresh and hot!
And the sauce.... DANG it was GOOD!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Fries are weak and tendies aren't jam packed with flavor, but they get a pass with the complimentary toast slice which slaps harder than a roided up professional arm wrestler winning Darwin awards on Tiktok, and the service is crazy quick too. Considering everything doubled in price, this is still pretty reasonable late night quick eats on State. Here's to a taste of NOLA chicken in cheese country. 💪🏽🍗

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 4

Service: 5