The Northeast has Popeye's. The South has Bojangles.
My first experience with Bojangles was freshman year of college when I ventured to South Carolina for a spring break service trip. The chicken was perfect: crispy, juicy, moist, not too salty, and fast! Grab a sweet tea and you're good to go.
Of course when I saw the Bojangles in the airport, I knew exactly what my next meal would be. Within seconds of ordering (literally), I had my box in hand, ready to hop on my connecting flight. Once on board, I feasted like none other and it was exactly how I remembered. Nothing could take me away from my moments of ecstasy. Not the crying baby three rows back. Not the grouchy grandmother to my left that didn't her ginger ale. Not the extreme turbulence as we ascended into the sky.
If you're having a bad travel day (or even a good one), indulge and treat yourself to a chicken dinner that'll make your journey that much better.