Another day with Chick-fil-A is in the books. Before I move any further in this post, I have to give an important shout out to my buddy Jason, Mr. Clemente as I call him, who happened to ring me as I had a pile of piping hot Chicken Tenders in my lap, lid open, ready to be dipped in that delicious Chick-fil-A honey bbq sauce. Sensing I might be at that very spot, he admitted to wanting credit in today’s blog. There you have it my friend!
I’ve already talked about how delicious the Chick-fil-A Chick-n-Strips® are, so there’s no need to belabor the point. Or is there? I have to say, I’ve always been an Original Chicken Sandwich kind of guy, but I do believe I’m slowly turning over a new taste bud. There’s something a little purer about the Chick-fil-A Chick-n-Strips® – chicken, seasoning, golden crispy brown, and that’s it. No need for a bun here. It’s freeing, actually. Probably what Matthew McConaughey must’ve felt like when playing the bongos in a, er, primitive state of mind. And body, for that matter.
Doggoneit if I didn’t get today’s server’s name either. But she was very nice, and kindly even smiled for the picture. Since I was once again at my home Chick-fil-A, I’m sure I’ll see her again. Really, I’m going to get these names down.
Finally, I have a very special treat for you. Me. Singing. My new Chick-fil-A Anthem. Well, it’s not so much of an anthem, per se, and it’s completely plagiarized from Tim Hawkins. But I love Tim Hawkins, and we both love Chick-fil-A, so in a way, I am Tim Hawkins. Not only that, we went to the same high school in St. Charles, MO. Go West!
I bid you and Day 8 adieu, with this: