In the words of my friend's husband: "Find me someone who doesn't like Chick-Fil-A--That person doesn't exist." I concur, Josh. I totally concur. And what's not to love? Yummy salads, sandwiches, free balloons, an indoor play area that is closed off so you don't have to feel like you are eating lunch in a zoo, they refill your drinks, and no crappy kids meal toys (They give books! Books, I say!). I kid you not when I tell you that my typical trip there is never shorter than 1 hour.
But my real love is this:
The spicy chicken sandwich--it's plump and has a spicy kick that makes you say "Ooh! Mama mia!" (kinda like me). And just a couple days ago my love surged to new heights with this:
That's right, Chick-Fil-A sauce!! The little packet is honey roasted b-b-q sauce--which is a topic for anothe time, But here's my beef with this Chick-Fil-A sauce: Every time I go, the friendly cashier asks me if I want any sauce with my order. I always have a moment of panic and promptly say "No, thank you." even though I really want to say "Sure! What do you have to offer?" This place is always super busy and I don't want to be that lady that holds up the line to listen to the list of possible dipping sauces...And once I sit to eat I kick myself for not taking them up on their offer. But, dear Chick-Fil-A, how in the the world am I supposed to know what to ask for?! There is no "sauce menu" anywhere. I have peeked over to other fellow Chick-Fil-A lover's tables and have seen a myriad of sauces. How?! How do they know what this place has to offer? Is it a secret club? Do I have to reach a certain number visits before I am privy to this information? If so, I seriously think I have more than surpassed that number! Who do I see about this? The only reason I discovered this little bit of heaven was because my (real) friend, Leigh Anna let me take one of hers.
It's life-changing. You know how people have these near-death experiences--dark tunnel, bright light and the whole shebang? And when they come back out of it cause it wasn't their time they are changed for the better? They go on to do amazing things with their lives like all Mother Theresa-like? Yeah, that's totally where I'm at. If someone would have come up to me after my first taste of Chick-Fil-A sauce and asked for a kidney or my first-born I'm pretty sure I would've said "Sure! Do you need a lung to go with that?" or "Take her! And I have a 2-year-old I'll throw in for free!" It's just that good.
Problem is, now that I have discovered this little piece of magic, how do I know they're not still holding out on me? What else has Chick-Fil-A been keeping from me? And more importantly, why have they not bottled this sauce?! I'm a girl with a mission now!
