I may or may not have been a bit of a Chick-Fil-A hater last fall, but today presented the first opportunity in my whole life to actually dine there.
So I did. Texting with one of my favorite Southerners went a little something like this:
Me: FIRST EVER CHICK FIL A EXPERIENCE HAPPENING NOW.
Her: Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.
I went with a healthier option than my first instinct, but the taste, dining room design, and service were quite impressive. Better than my usual greasy spoon stop here, where single cigarettes were being sold and several facial teardrop tattoos were evident.
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