After over a year of withdrawal, I finally made a trip downtown to the new Chick-fil-A on Chicago Ave. This wasn’t the first time that I attempted to eat mor chikin. There was, of course, the unfortunate incident I had about a month ago as I walked up to a dark, empty restaurant only to realize that it was a Sunday.
Nonetheless, I made it! This place is no joke…it’s by far the biggest Chick-fil-A I’ve been to and it appears there is always a long line of eager customers licking their chops in anticipation of the glorious meal that awaits.
As I sat down with the food in front of me, I had to take a second to capture the pure bliss that lay in front of me.
That chicken sang-wich, those waffle fries, that lemonade and oh, the sauce! A 25 minute train ride is so worth it. I’ll be back soon…and I’ll make sure it’s not on the day of the Lord.
