Chick-fil-A = Awesome
My sister-in-law and folks I know around the Internet have been extolling the virtues of Chick-fil-A for some time now, but I was never able to see for myself because the closest location was 50 miles away.
Until now.
A new location opened up yesterday about halfway between home and work, so off we went for dinner last night. I can see why people love it so much, as I am now counted among those people. I don’t know if it’s being pressure cooked in peanut oil or the slight dose of crack cocaine that makes “The Original Chicken Sandwich” so good, but I for one will have no problem complying with the instructions of the Chick-fil-A mascot, which is a cow wearing a sandwich board, its message imploring us to “Eat Mor Chikin” (apparently cows are not very good spellers).
Chick-fil-A is closed on Sundays, due to founder Truett Cathy’s Christian beliefs. As a Christian myself I applaud this, and since I intend to eat Chick-fil-A three meals a day from now on it’s best if I have one day a week off to eat, you know, carrots or something.
