Banquet Chicken Breast Tenders
April 18, 2006 | Reviewer: Abi






Conversation at Abi’s house:
“Hey, let’s have that fish for dinner.”
“Wait, we have chicken strips!”
“Those aren’t chicken strips. That’s a frozen meal.”
“No, these are chicken strips.”
“Let me see the box.”
“Oh, they are just chicken strips.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“I feel ripped off.”
“But this is a whole box of chicken strips!”
“I was looking forward to the waffle-cut fries.”
Please note the size of the tenders in the picture. Banquet chicken breast tenders are actually about the size of my thumb. They are small and made of processed and reformed chicken meat. Yes, it is white meat. No, they are not good for you. And no, this is not a lunch.
That said, this deceptive meat deserves four stars. Not four stars on the chicken continuum, but four stars as a frozen item.
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Today I had the unfortunate experience of trying the chicken strip meal. Isn’t that cute, ground up chicken a$$ shaped in stips. There is no way that breaded substance laying in that puddle of grease was chicken. Nice attempt though. Buyer beware!!!!
Today I had the unfortunate experience of trying the chicken strip meal. Isn’t that cute, ground up chicken a$$ shaped in strips. There is no way that breaded substance laying in that puddle of grease was chicken. Nice attempt though. Buyer beware!!!!
I’m wasted right now and didn’t take the time to grab dinner because I was at a football game tonight and was more focused on drinking than eating. Anyways, my buddy passed out and I suddenly remembered I didn’t eat dinner and also I’m hungry. These are pretty good. The description about them being as big as your thumb is accurate, but they aren’t so greasy if you flip them and cook them in a microwave. I am 34% sure that the substance in question is chicken, but the spicy-ness clouds my judgement. I believe there is no such thing as “too spicy” so on a scale of 1-10, I’d put them at about a 7. Now I’m making my second plate. Where’s my beer?