/ck/ - Food & Cooking

When they serve me my spicy chicken sandwich, and I start pouring on the buffalo sauce. Two Spicy Chicken Sandwiches, hold the pickles, one buffalo sauce for each one, is the Patrician choice for max protein intake if you work somewhere where only fast food is an option on your lunch break, and you didn't have leftovers to bring. The sodium isn't good for your heart, but fucking A, there's nothing better than two spicy chickens doused in buffalo sauce. And then when you get to that last little bit of chicken and bun, and dunk it in the rest of the buffalo sauce in the container. It's absolulely heaven. If Chick Fil A didn't make my lunch break 40 minutes traveling to it, instead of my usual 30, and wouldn't make me keel over from a heart attack at 35, I would eat it every day. Just to rub it in the face of homosexuals and liberals the world around. The best is when you force a shitlib to eat chickfila with you. They grimace when you mention it, but can't help but embrace just how great the food is. Not to mention the fact that it puts them in interaction with a wholesome restaurant staff. All beautiful young Aryan american kids, who are more polite than even I was around my grandmother. They'll admit how nice it is, but never mention the racial angle. Every trip somebody takes to Chick Fil A brings them closer to a Godly, holy, white nationalist life. Chick Fil A is the beacon of hope in the endless fast food strip mall that is Weimerica. Hail Hitler, Hail Chick Fil A, and Hail our People.