Chick-fil-A

If there is one thing that you can always rely on when you come to a Chik-​Fil-​A, it’s consistency. I mean we’re talking they’re usually more regular then an 80 year old guy who drinks a gallon of prune juice a day.
With that said, this 80 year old guy has been skipping his gallon per because this location really gives the chain a bad name.
First off the location is entirely too small for the amount of people usually here.
Second, they totally break code by regularly not giving you the whole «My Pleasure» shtick that they are required to say. For every «my pleasure» I’ve heard an equal number of «sure», «yeah», or «alright».
Third, they, I guess, regularly run out of food. I’ve been here twice and once two hours before closing on a Friday night they had no fries and the other time mid-​day, mid-​week they had no spicy chicken sandwiches.
The word that sums things up here is apathy.
I know a lot of people give this chain grief for it’s politics but quite honestly I don’t give a damn about that because good food is simply good food. But unfortunately this location does not meet the usual standards you get at most Fil-​A locations and while it’s still reasonably priced, it’s just not worth the underachieving that seems to be prevalent here.