So, I know I haven’t given you any good ranting about restaurants lately — but I’ve got a little something to say about Chick-filA. It’s not even (necessarily) about the restaurant itself, but more about the logistics of the lunch rush and the mystery of human behavior.
Chick-fil-A is one of the closest fast-food places to my office so I run through there for lunch pretty regularly. About 90% of the time, I am getting food to-go and everyone knows that means the drive-thru, right? WRONG! I have no idea what possesses people to wait in that line, but the drive-thru line, starting about 11am and as late as 1:30pm on weekdays, goes through the parking lot and wraps around the restaurant — I’m guessing up to 20 cars. It’s hard to picture — but trust me, nothing about that line of cars looks “fast”.
So today, I drive up to Chick-fil-A about 12:30 and the line is wrapped all the way around the restaurant. There are, however, several empty parking spaces in the tiny parking lot. I pull in, walk in the door and walk right up to the counter. NO waiting. By the time I get back to my car and drive away, I think the line has moved up 3 cars. I will never understand what convinces people that just because you don’t have to get out of your car– it’s more convenient.
Chick-fil-A is easily one of my favorite fast-food places — perhaps second only to Sonic’s frito burrito. This is despite the fact that I am only barely able to let their sinfully delicious Honey Roasted BBQ Sauce and Waffle Fries outweigh the creepy cult-like atmosphere and the fact that when I order my Chargrilled Chicken Club Sandwich and substitute breaded chicken for grilled chicken that this automatically substitutes American cheese for Provolone cheese. (This happens 100% of the time. I LIKE the Provolone cheese– leave it alone!)
‘Honey Roasted BBQ Sauce and Waffle Fries’ vs. ‘Sunshine Cleaners and American Cheese’. It’s a toughy.
My issues with Chick-fil-A actually go back to the days I ate at the Arkansas Union location on campus. Please feel free to browse the archives for those gems.
EDIT: I got a call today from my former boss at Wal-Mart. Out of the blue, Clinton left a voicemail to congratulate us on the wedding. How cool is that? I worked for this man for all of 9 days, a year ago. He’s the Director of Recruiting for Wal-Mart, actually he was my boss’s boss. We’ve kept in touch, and he and his wife met us for Patty on the Partio at Powerhouse a few times last summer. I can’t wait to call him back and see what’s up.