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| - You may not think that Chick-Fil-A could get any better than it usually is, but in this case, you would be wrong. For it was at this very location, just over eight years ago, that I proposed to my wife (for those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting her, she said yes).
That is correct. I asked her to marry me over tasty chicken sandwiches during lunch. No fancy trappings. No trip to the beach or the mountains. No special band or even a serenade from an over-the-hill pop star. Even better is that I did not even have the ring. Just a standard business lunch at a fast food restaurant when the moment seemed right. And best of all, she had no clue. She was so surprised that I nearly had to ask her twice. Yet still she said yes.
As Barnabas Stinson would say, it was legend - wait for it - ary.
Okay, most of you probably will not propose at any Chick-Fil-A let alone this one, and for that reason, it is not going to get five stars from you. For that matter, I doubt that I will ever do so again, so it might be pushing it for five stars from me. But it is still a nice example of the chain, and well worth a visit. Nothing really out of the ordinary, and as is my fashion, I suggest getting the fries well done, or they can come out a bit limp. No one likes limp fries.
And just in case you are wondering, the ring did come along eventually. She got it over breakfast at a bagel joint. At least for that one I got down on one knee.
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