Eat Mor Chikin

As an Atlanta native there are several things that I instinctively love; Coke, the Atlanta Braves, traffic (not really), road names that start with the word "Peach", Piedmont Park, and most importantly, the holy grail of fast food...CHICK-FIL-A.


Heaven.

In addition to Chick-Fil-A being Grandmother's favorite "window food", it is my favorite food...period. This has not gone unnoticed by my father who gave me a Chick-Fil-A gift card for Christmas this year (Shout out to Dad!). I don't think that the Chick-Fil-A near my house hated this gift either. The first time I used the card [Saturday morning, chicken biscuit, hash browns, sweet tea. Standard.] the manager swiped the card and said "You have [insert typical gift card remaining balance here]...WHOA! Someone gave you a nice Christmas gift". Now, for a second I felt like "Fatty Patty", however, I smiled proudly at the manager and I said "Yes sir! My dad loves me!". And then I skipped out the door...almost.

Anyway, I am already planning on proudly presenting my gift card tomorrow morning and then having what will undoubtedly be the best day ever, thanks to my breakfast of champions. Thanks for reading!

Mary