My first Chick-fil-A sandwich experience finally took place because they built one of their restaurants near where I work. It's not near enough to go on my crappy half-hour lunch break, but it is on the street around the corner from work, quite a ways down, but since I sometimes go that way on my way home, when I spotted it recently, on impulse I turned in and ordered. I saw the crazy prices, and spending about 5 dollars on one sandwich doesn't appeal to me, no matter how good the sandwich is...what do these places think, that I'm made outta money? But since I was already in the drive-thru line and was going to foolishly splurge anyway, I thought I would go ahead and get the "deluxe" chicken sandwich. Here's a description:
A boneless breast of chicken seasoned to perfection, hand-breaded, pressure cooked in 100% refined peanut oil and served on a toasted, buttered bun with dill pickle chips, Green Leaf lettuce, tomato and American cheese.
The plain old regular chicken sandwich is exactly the same, but without the Green Leaf lettuce, tomato and American cheese. You can see why I thought deluxe was the way to go, can't you? I bought my sandwich, and since I was driving, decided to enjoy it on the way. When I opened the bag, however, i was confronted with one of those little fast-food boxes instead of a simple wrapped sandwich. Why in God's name do they serve them that way? I can't eat it like that on the go! I stopped for gas and decided to eat my sandwich while I'm eyed suspiciously by the person behind me who is waiting for me to move on so they too can fill up with gas. I pulled the sandwich out of its box, and already I saw that it would be trouble. Too high with that lettuce and tomato on there. I bite into it as best I can and my mouth is flooded with flavor. Damn good sandwich, I say silently. But then disaster strikes! As I'm trying to keep all the elements together and prevent the lettuce and tomato from slipping out, a whole great big chuck of the delicious chicken fillet (two or three bites worth, at least) breaks away and falls to the floor of my car!
I haven't been back to Chick-fil-A since.
Anyway, now there's some gay controversy involving the chain:
Fans of the addictive sandwiches of Chick-fil-A who also support gay marriage are facing a dilemma: Should one follow the dictates of the stomach or the conscience?
The privately owned chain, famous for closing on Sundays in deference to its founder's evangelical Christian values, donates to many Christian causes, scholarships, and organizations through its charitable arm.
But when a Harrisburg, Penn.,restaurant donated sandwiches and brownies to a meeting of The Pennsylvania Family Group, a group that works to outlaw gay marriage, pro-gay marriage bloggers and gay rights organizations went on the offensive. The news quickly trickled into the mainstream. Celebrity blogger Perez Hilton wrote about it, and so did the food blog Grub Street, with the headline "Chick-fil-A is anti-gay."-Popular chicken chain under fire for anti-gay marriage donations
Dan Cathy Statement from Chick-fil-A on Vimeo.
Forget about the gay stuff, Chick-fil-A, just serve your sandwiches wrapped in paper and you'll get plenty of business from me.
Maybe if Chik-fil-A put up billboards with cows holding signs say, "God Hates Fags." I don't really go there anyway because my wife hates their chicken, but I have eaten there and I recommend their nuggets (which are whole, unprocessed chicken, which is nice) and lemonade. Their lemonade is like sour crack.
ReplyDeleteI think sometimes people try to connect one too many dots when it comes to instituting boycotts. If you stopped doing business with anyone who has ever given to a Christian organization (and thereby have supported the oppression of gay people), I think you'd have to move to Scandinavia just to survive.