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I decided to start this thread to share stories of that cultural icon (or lightning rod?) of the modern day--the best chicken on the planet, from the quirky chain that probably has the happiest employees in corporate America. Personally, being a denizen of yankeedom for my entire life, the only things I had ever known about Chick-fil-A were the latest controversy in the news as people constantly hammered them.
This all changed one morning when I was in Mississippi on a business trip. I was running late, because I had taken too long doing my makeup. The road to where I was going mostly led through residential areas, and as usual there hadn't been enough coffee in the hotel room to make a difference on my headache from not getting enough sleep on the abbreviated night resulting from getting into Jackson late from weather delays. I'd eaten at a Waffle House the night before while driving closer to my destination, but I couldn't locate any Waffle House in the immediate vicinity (I thought I was in the South, why isn't there a Waffle House every block, gosh darnit?).
As I started to drive to my meeting wondering about whether or not I would actually find food and coffee to take to it so I would not be a miserable wreck all morning, I spied this gleaming building off to the left just after making a left. There was an opening in traffic.
But that's Chick-fil-A. You're part of the LGBT community.
I hate boycott culture so much. It's an American business.
I hooked a left. There were only six cars in line and I gritted my teeth at the prospect of being late, but I wasn't backing out now. I got two of these little breakfast sandwich things (I never get sides at fast food restaurants, they often have more calories and the sandwiches themselves taste better so you might as well just get two) and a large coffee. They actually put milk in it instead of cream when I asked--forget about it, you'd get it black if you asked for milk instead of cream at a McD's (as was my experience two days ago in Madison)--and the sandwiches were run out to me by a manager to keep the line moving.
I got through the gate early. Those were the best breakfast sandwiches I'd ever had. The coffee was better than at a Dunkin Donuts'.
Since then, I've made it a point to eat at Chick-fil-A every time I am on business in an area on the ground where they are common. They have never let me down. I especially adore the one inside the DTW Delta terminal by the grand piano--sometimes really good people play that thing randomly and it's only about 100% better than anything I've had on an airplane in any class except First. And actually that's a pretty tight competition too. Unfortunately I've been getting sent out on Sundays more and now I actively miss Chick-fil-A whenever I walk through the DTW Delta terminal and see it closed. Alas. I need to complain about HQ doing that to me.
This all changed one morning when I was in Mississippi on a business trip. I was running late, because I had taken too long doing my makeup. The road to where I was going mostly led through residential areas, and as usual there hadn't been enough coffee in the hotel room to make a difference on my headache from not getting enough sleep on the abbreviated night resulting from getting into Jackson late from weather delays. I'd eaten at a Waffle House the night before while driving closer to my destination, but I couldn't locate any Waffle House in the immediate vicinity (I thought I was in the South, why isn't there a Waffle House every block, gosh darnit?).
As I started to drive to my meeting wondering about whether or not I would actually find food and coffee to take to it so I would not be a miserable wreck all morning, I spied this gleaming building off to the left just after making a left. There was an opening in traffic.
But that's Chick-fil-A. You're part of the LGBT community.
I hate boycott culture so much. It's an American business.
I hooked a left. There were only six cars in line and I gritted my teeth at the prospect of being late, but I wasn't backing out now. I got two of these little breakfast sandwich things (I never get sides at fast food restaurants, they often have more calories and the sandwiches themselves taste better so you might as well just get two) and a large coffee. They actually put milk in it instead of cream when I asked--forget about it, you'd get it black if you asked for milk instead of cream at a McD's (as was my experience two days ago in Madison)--and the sandwiches were run out to me by a manager to keep the line moving.
I got through the gate early. Those were the best breakfast sandwiches I'd ever had. The coffee was better than at a Dunkin Donuts'.
Since then, I've made it a point to eat at Chick-fil-A every time I am on business in an area on the ground where they are common. They have never let me down. I especially adore the one inside the DTW Delta terminal by the grand piano--sometimes really good people play that thing randomly and it's only about 100% better than anything I've had on an airplane in any class except First. And actually that's a pretty tight competition too. Unfortunately I've been getting sent out on Sundays more and now I actively miss Chick-fil-A whenever I walk through the DTW Delta terminal and see it closed. Alas. I need to complain about HQ doing that to me.
