Creepy and pervasive describes the homo complaining about chicken sandwiches. More leftist projection.
I wonder what God will say on Judgement Day when he says Christ is “creepy”?
Pervasive Christian Traditionalism is a feature, not a bug.
I can understand why Hell’s Newspaper of Record might object, though.
“If Chick-fil-A can make it there, they’ll make it anywhere...it’s up to YOU, New York, New York!”
Ba-Dump-Dump! :)
Poor pagan. He doesn’t get it. God’s blessing rests on those who love and serve Him.
Gotta have a deluxe Chick-Fil-a sandwich: w/ frilly lettuce leaf, vine-
ripened tomato slices, cheese slice. Add a side of hot, crisp waffle fries,
large iced real lemonade, couple containers of CFA’s luscious “special
sauce.....” and you got lunch.
No less a sophisticate than Esquire Mag named Chick-fil-a one of the nation’s best sandwiches.
ESQUIRE REVIEW You can get a chicken sandwich anywhere, which may explain your low expectations.
Boneless breast. Bun. Blah. But down south, there lives an eye-opener.
A come-to-Jesus sandwich. The Chick-fil-A. Seasoned, breaded breast served on a
toasted buttered bun with dill- pickle slices. No mayo. No sauce at all.
Deceptively simple, yet transcendent. The hook is the breading: spicy, with an intoxicating crunch.
The meat is always juicy, never chewy. The bun is like lingerie — there, but not, providing delicious support
without obscuring the main flavor.
The first bite changes everything you think you know about chicken. And about the need for condiments. — Allison Glock
Read more: http://www.esquire.com/features/food-drink/sandwiches#ixzz211NacUiU
#MAGA #WINNING
Perhaps The New Yorker rag prefers Sharia and its many delights.
Saw this earlier today.
Inspired me to pic CFA for lunch. My 3 coworkers and I enjoyed in immensely, per usual.
The new totalitarianism is not going to allow this.
We drove to FL and back and ate at Chick fil a several time the lines inside were always long and the drive through was longer. Even at 3:00 PM these places were packed!! NY is out of touch.
New Yorker: wordy and pretentious, just the target for a good “fisking”. (never knew what that was until now!)
http://monsterhunternation.com/2018/04/16/fisking-the-new-yorker-in-defense-of-delicious-chicken/
“fund anti-gay causes, including groups that oppose same-sex marriage”
It’s called freedom. If people don’t like it, they can choose to eat elsewhere.
“evangelizing Cows”
The cowz begging us to ‘eat mor chikin’ is evangelizing? Who knew!
"...first store opened four years ago". Aside from being late to the party, is there nothing Mr. Whine-ass and other snowflakes won't complain about? These punks are really asking for it. They're going to push Constitutional Americans too far. I hope I'm dead when new militias start organizing and the SHTF.
Whither diversity?
Too bad it’s not something nice and normal like tongue-wrrestling queers or art made from feces. You know, the non-creepy stuff the New Yorker loves.
Someone remind them there is no requirement for them to go there.
This is all they can find to complain about them. If they were a bad restaurant with mean people theyd be complaining about what christian bigots and hypocrites they are.