I kept telling my lovely travel companion that I had heard good things about a restaurant called Chick-fil-A. And there are two points I need to clarify here.
1) It is not the fried chicken I thought. What it is is the home of the home of the first-ever chicken sandwich. I stopped in today after the car fiasco, and was stalled in my tracks. I thought I could get a biscuit, but it was too late in the day. So I had their version of chicken tenders. While the sauces were strictly forgettable, the chicken itself was good, as was the slaw. And the lemonade was delicious (fresh squeezed).
2) More importantly, I kept calling the joint "CHICK Fill Ah" and my lovely travel companion kept misremembering it as "CHICKA Flicka." It is neither. It is the much more pronounceable (and sensical) "Chick Fil AY."
Got it.
3 comments:
It'll always be chicka flicka to me. I'm glad you finally went. Now stop making me giggle; I keep waking Scott up...
i like chicka flicka. also, i am pretty sure in philly at least, many people say it your way ("ah").
"chick filet" in chicago, like the French filet. One opened near my library last year and was a sensation. I need to go try it sometime. Glad you are in Philly, have a safe trip back to TO. xx
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