Sometimes true happiness is simply home cooked biryani, and maybe Papa’s kiss.

For three dollars you could have orange chicken, chow mein, kung pao pork, and a side of rice.

The Katsu sandwich’s elegance is not determined by its price tag… or maybe it is.

This is your new value menu.

Choosing my favorite fried rice is like choosing my favorite pan, I’m gonna do it but I’m not gonna like it.

Twelve wing sauces, twelve chicken sandwiches, but there can only be one winner. Good luck Wingstop.