OK, here's the story. Back in my junior year of high school we got a new student named Carl. Eventually he became my best friend because we shared the same insane sense of humor and because we enjoyed hissing at the math teacher. Anyways, he was from this mysterious land called Georgia, and he never shut up about Georgia. "Georgia was scarred in the War of Northern Aggression" he would explain, and he physically looked sad about it. He also explained to me that there was this magical restaurant called "Chick-Fil-A" down there, even though I didn't know how to spell it at the time. He said they had the best chicken sandwiches in the world, and that it pained him to be up in Michigan because there was no Chick-Fil-A (that, and Michigan was DAMNED cold). I told him that there was no way that a chicken sandwich was that good, and he just scoffed at me and we dropped the subject.
Flash forward six years. I finally get a chance to visit the mysterious land of Georgia, even if it is only a fifty mile jog while going to the state of Florida. While in Florida, I saw a Chick-Fil-A. It clicked in my memory, and I had to go. So I went, and Carl was right: THAT WAS A DAMNED GOOD CHICKEN SANDWICH!!! The simplicity of two perfectly placed pickles without the mess all of the lettuce. It was a masterpiece. It was great.
So ten Chick-Fil-A sandwiches and one Florida excursion later I was back in the state of Michigan where there are NO Chick-Fil-A's. And now I LONG for a Chick-Fil-A sandwich EVERYDAY. I tried substitutions: I thought that the new KFC snacker sandwiches would be good with pickles, but they have NO pickles at KFC! I thought that might beat the craving, but it was not to be. I also have this quirk about never adding ingredients to restaurant food because I'm afraid it might mutate into something that would harm me, so I couldn't just take the snacker home and add pickles. All of the other fast food restaurants have crap for chicken sandwiches, so I'm pretty much stuck with a perpetual longing for the perfect chicken sandwich.
Moral of the story: never eat at Chick-Fil-A if you have to move or return to an area without them.
Flash forward six years. I finally get a chance to visit the mysterious land of Georgia, even if it is only a fifty mile jog while going to the state of Florida. While in Florida, I saw a Chick-Fil-A. It clicked in my memory, and I had to go. So I went, and Carl was right: THAT WAS A DAMNED GOOD CHICKEN SANDWICH!!! The simplicity of two perfectly placed pickles without the mess all of the lettuce. It was a masterpiece. It was great.
So ten Chick-Fil-A sandwiches and one Florida excursion later I was back in the state of Michigan where there are NO Chick-Fil-A's. And now I LONG for a Chick-Fil-A sandwich EVERYDAY. I tried substitutions: I thought that the new KFC snacker sandwiches would be good with pickles, but they have NO pickles at KFC! I thought that might beat the craving, but it was not to be. I also have this quirk about never adding ingredients to restaurant food because I'm afraid it might mutate into something that would harm me, so I couldn't just take the snacker home and add pickles. All of the other fast food restaurants have crap for chicken sandwiches, so I'm pretty much stuck with a perpetual longing for the perfect chicken sandwich.
Moral of the story: never eat at Chick-Fil-A if you have to move or return to an area without them.
And food has to be eaten in a certain order for me. Gotta savor the flavor of the one item before I switch out.
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