Pollo De Jesus
Today I decided to try and find the local Chick-fil-A again. If you've been keeping up with me of late you'll know I haven't had much success with it thus far. Somehow I was able to overcome the fact that my navigation doesn't recognize the location and that when I was driving on Cannon road I was off the map according to my Murano. I battled through the stress and hardship of driving into the unknown and made my way into the sprawliest sprawl that ever sprawled and there I done found it:
The Chicken of Jesus. I have to say, there was definitly a Stepford vibe inside this place. It was very clean and a watered down sort of beach boys happy song was playing over the speakers. Everyone was very nice and very white and when I went to place my order I was greeted from 8 yards away with a "Hi there and welcome to Chick-fil-A!" I ordered a 12 nugget meal and three different people took care of getting my grub. I even had some random guy appear from the back asking me if I wanted BBQ sauce (I did). And when I said "diet" in response to being queried on my choice of beverage I was asked "Diet Coke, Diet Caffeine Free Coke, or Diet Dr. Pepper?" - Bliss!
So here's my grub and the book I'm reading these days. I think Chuck's title sort of reflects the overall feel of the dining experience, especially after getting off the phone withfinfinfin wherein he had told me that the first line of the mission statement for this place is "To Serve God". But really, I'm flattered to be getting served right after God. I was still hungry for the flesh of the young after eatin' my nuggets so I got some strips too.
So there you have it. Oh yeah, I totally wiped my gayness all over that booth.
The Chicken of Jesus. I have to say, there was definitly a Stepford vibe inside this place. It was very clean and a watered down sort of beach boys happy song was playing over the speakers. Everyone was very nice and very white and when I went to place my order I was greeted from 8 yards away with a "Hi there and welcome to Chick-fil-A!" I ordered a 12 nugget meal and three different people took care of getting my grub. I even had some random guy appear from the back asking me if I wanted BBQ sauce (I did). And when I said "diet" in response to being queried on my choice of beverage I was asked "Diet Coke, Diet Caffeine Free Coke, or Diet Dr. Pepper?" - Bliss!
So here's my grub and the book I'm reading these days. I think Chuck's title sort of reflects the overall feel of the dining experience, especially after getting off the phone withfinfinfin wherein he had told me that the first line of the mission statement for this place is "To Serve God". But really, I'm flattered to be getting served right after God. I was still hungry for the flesh of the young after eatin' my nuggets so I got some strips too.
So there you have it. Oh yeah, I totally wiped my gayness all over that booth.