Love Chik-fil-A. I would go on Sundays too if they were open.
Love Chik-fil-A. I would go on Sundays too if they were open.
Fags get so worked up.
I’d rather be pervasive than a pervert.
Chik-fil-A is great.
No surprise the liberal “New Yorker” is spirit of antichrist.
Been going on for 1900+ years and of course, even moreso it seems, in these Last Days.
I’m sure they loved spirit of antichrist Barack Hussein Obama, too.
They will hail their anti-messiah when he comes. I hope they enjoy the full ride. They don’t have ears to hear, so they march right for the Tribulation. And then the Great Tribulation.
If I could, I’d eat at Chik-fil-A this weekend simply because they don’t like them.
1 John 4:2-4 King James Version (KJV)
2 Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God:
3 And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is that spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.
4 Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.
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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
Chik-Fil-A is in Manhatten. Good to know for future reference :)
Chik-fil-a doesn’t “belong” in NYC? So what is a typical order in an acceptable NYC fast food place — a Satan Sandwich with Hellfire Sauce and a side of Buggery?
There are only two kingdoms. You belong to one or the other. No one is neutral.
Well. It is regrettable that this man has so many issues with Chik-Fil-A, but reading the original article, I think that if he is either really neurotic or else just trying really hard to paint pictures in people’s imaginations that mercifully enough he does not have the talent to pull off.
Yeah, right.
“Highest Honors” at William and Mary for a book that I can’t find published anywhere. A grim reminder that school and life are two very different things.
A couple of years ago when my wife was undergoing chemo, we would go to our local one afterward. It gave her something to look forward to. The manager, a wonderful woman, starting noticing my wife, who as you expect, didn’t look her best. She’d come over and chat with my wife, asking her how she was doing, etc.
Then when the chemo was over and my wife was on hospice care, the last solid food that appealed to her was from here. So I’d drive over when she felt like she could eat a little, and again, the manager would ask about my wife.
After she died, I went back once just to tell the manager and to thank her for how nice she had been to her and tell her how much I appreciated her taking the time to chat with my wife.
I haven’t been able to go there since, though.
“Love Chik-fil-A. I would go on Sundays too if they were open”
You heathen you! /sarc
“Chick-fil-a doesn’t belong in NY” They are going to be really surprise to see what doesn’t belong in N.Y. when the Lord steps foot on the Mount of Olives.
He’s kind of right about the aesthetic.
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What could be creepier than the New Yorker?
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Okay, that POS can move to North Korea, where that kind of sentiment is welcomed and enforced by the little fat dictator.
” “glorifying God.””
The writer knows nothing of a spiritual life in Christ. Glorifying God is the whole point.
200 miles to the nearest one to me.
If there was one in the nearest town to me (30 miles) I’d go right now.
They are now #8 in fast food sales in this country--ahead of KFC!
Only someone with a darkened mind would consider being Christian creepy.