The Ubiquitous Colonel Sanders


Cleaning some old photos off my computer this morning I came across this one. I took it in in Langkawi, Malaysia in 2006–a┬ásmiling Colonel Sanders, looking down on a crowd of Muslim Malays.

All the way back in 2004 we were on a family vacation in Paris, when our kids spotted the magic letters “KFC.” They begged and begged and whined and whined, and we relented. So there we were, in Paris, buying kids’┬ámeals at KFC. I remember finding it amusing that you could get a glass a wine with your fried chicken there.

So what should we make of the global appeal of Colonel Sanders? The triumph of southern fried chicken? The triumph of American fast food? The ever-shrinking world? All of the above?