Chick-Fil-A is far and away my favorite fast food restaurant. If they served beer, they’d be darn near perfect. I’m pretty sure I’d still go to Chick-Fil-A if Mr. Cathy advocated kicking puppies, but as it is, I’ll go tomorrow as well as Mr. Huckabee’s August 1st date (and a few times in between). Love Chick-Fil-A. Love it.
Christian comedian Tim Hawkins has the funniest song about Chick-fil-A. If you go to you tube you can find it and his other songs.
ESQUIRE WROTE You can get a chicken sandwich anywhere, which may explain your low expectations. Boneless breast. Bun. Blah. But down south, there lives an eye-opener.
A come-to-Jesus sandwich.
The Chick-fil-A. Seasoned, breaded breast served on a toasted buttered bun with dill-pickle slices. No mayo. No sauce at all. Deceptively simple, yet transcendent. The hook is the breading: spicy, with an intoxicating crunch. The meat is always juicy, never chewy. The bun is like lingerie -- there, but not, providing delicious support without obscuring the main flavor. The first bite changes everything you think you know about chicken. And about the need for condiments. --Allison Glock
Read more: http://www.esquire.com/features/food-drink/sandwiches#ixzz211NacUiU
Just order a deluxe w/ lettuce, tomato and slice of
cheese, with a side of waffle fries and large lemonade.
Couple containers of the special sauce and you got lunch.
Chick Fil-a Deluxe---with frilly lettuce leaf, cheese slice, and red ripe tomatoes.
The attitudes toward alcohol among committed Christians vary widely; some consider drinking a sin.