Whenever I leave Saint George to cover an event, I try and find food that I can’t have regularly at home. I’ll use my Urban Spoon application on my phone to find restaurants that might be worth a look, and I’ll cruise Yelp for a couple of ideas as well. I’m fully aware that I can’t hit up all the places that I want to because of the time limitations caused by either work or general laziness.
The time crunch has caused me to seek out fast food joints that aren’t St. George staples for my lunch and dinner. I’ll try and hit up any Chipotle (or any variation of the uber-American burrito) and Fuddruckers.
But as much as I love those places, nothing beats Chick-Fil-A. Every time I’m in Northern Utah, I try and visit one since the towns I usually stay in has it. I make numerous visits to this place, ranging from two to five visits in a single stay.
May 23 was no different.
Upon arrival in Draper, Utah, I checked in to my hotel, set up the Playstation 3 and watched an episode of South Park before embarking on my Chick-Fil-A run. I had stayed in this general area last year, and remember going to Chick-Fil-A numerous times in a three day span. I didn’t need to look up directions, I hopped into my car and drove straight to the Chick-Fil-A. It wasn’t as crowded as I last remembered it, and the service was faster. The prices were still the same, which is a good thing.
So what do I love about Chick-Fil-A? Well, it’s a quality chicken sandwich and the waffle fries are great. Is it the best ever? In my mind, it is. When you rarely eat something, finally having it makes you appreciate it a lot more when it is within your grasp. I have a similar thing with Zabas in Las Vegas — which is a better version of the uber-American burrito than Chipotle.
But back to the ridiculous love for Chick-Fil-A, the chicken is always moist and juicy and is flavored just right. The bread is a standard bun, but that’s irrelevant because the real star of the sandwich is the chicken. I’ve started a count on how many times I visit the place while I’m here. Will I get sick of it? Time will tell. It’s not like I’ll be able to eat it again anytime soon. So I might as well get my fill on it, while I can.
So how did I discover the greatness of Chick-Fil-A? You can thank the Peach Bowl, which has become the Chick-Fil-A Bowl ( I used to call it Chick-A-Fil, before realizing my mistake). Every year when I saw that bowl game, I wondered what Chick-Fil-A was. After hearing my colleagues around rave about it, I knew that whenever I was near one, I had to try it. Luckily, I found one in Utah.
I had my first Chick-Fil-A sandwich when I was in Orem, Utah, covering 4A state volleyball. It was in the Provo mall, and I remember going there practically every day for a taste of the best chicken sandwich ever. Six months passed before I had my next dose of Chick-Fil-A, this time discovering a full restaurant in Sandy, Utah. It was a nice change of pace from the mall food court, and I finally got to meet the Chick-Fil-A cow mascot. Once again, I was impressed by its performance, making it official must-stop whenever I was near Sandy or Provo.
I can only hope that a Chick-Fil-A arrives in Las Vegas sometime soon, so more people can experience the greatness of Chick-Fil-A. But until that day comes, I’ll just appreciate whenever I travel to Northern Utah.