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July 27, lunch. At Popeye's in Atlanta airport, C concourse. We didn't have enough time for Paschal's because our flight was only 30 minutes later, so I grabbed a quick chicken sandwich, which was fine. The slaw, however, was beyond vile. Goopy, ultra-sweet, and tasting nothing of anything but mayo and sugar. Eck.