Friday, November 27, 2009
Deluxe-ify My Love.
For the second time in my life (and the past year), I have visited a "real" Chick-fil-A. Both times have been in Pennsylvania, as the only C-f-A in New York State is an "express" with limited selections (just original sandwich, nuggets, and fries).
My in-laws, who are not particularly fond of fast food restaurants, agreed to lunch with me at a standalone Pittsburgh Chick-fil-A during our visit. I was overjoyed. Should I be embarassed that I found myself chanting "Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A!" in the parking lot while clapping my hands? Granted, I chanted this quietly, but I did chant.
I chose a Deluxe sandwich (like the original, but with the addition of fresh-tasting lettuce and tomato) with Buffalo and Chick-fil-A sauce, a slice of lemon meringue pie (topped with 'Nilla Wafers), and an Arnold Palmer (half lemonade, half iced tea).
It's still my favorite fast food chicken sandwich; that's for sure. The bun seemed especially buttery, as if to greet me. The chicken was moist and the lettuce crisp. The pie's meringue was light and its filling sweet. My beverage suited perfectly.
As a bonus, Dan and his parents seemed to enjoy their meals, too. This was their very first C-f-A experience and I was happy to hear them speak positively of it later. Dan even went back for a second sandwich, so I think he's in my corner. Frankly, I would have accepted "tolerable" as a reaction. I just don't want my family and my best friend in fast food to be in a fight.