Chick-fil-A

Well, it’s official. I will never be back to this location. I don’t know if they have ever given me my correct order. Last time they gave me regular nuggets when I asked for grilled and I didn’t see until I got home, which is not close by. And I can’t eat gluten. Tonight, after a long day at work, so tired, so hungry, I ordered a grilled chicken club with no bun. Before I left, I made sure to check my order given their track record. Sure enough, pepper jack cheese. Yeah, not a huge deal, but I didn’t want pepper jack cheese… the menu says Colby Jack. It’s been that way since the beginning of the Grilled Chicken Club. I went inside and kindly told them about the cheese. I was told they could remake it. I saw the manager (pretty sure) tell the cook that he needed to remake it with Colby Jack. He clearly must have thrown a little man fit because after silence she said, “I know, it’s not your fault.” It very much was his fault… her saying it wasn’t his fault means she was saying it was my fault… I then asked her if I missed something and if there was a grilled chicken club with pepper jack on the menu.. she said “the club can come with American, pepper jack or Colby jack cheese..” While I’m aware of the available cheeses, the default cheese that is ON THE MENU is Colby Jack. I have never needed to specify. I was told it would be 3 minutes for a new club. Over TEN minutes went by after she said 3. I was there for a good 15 minutes while my fries got cold in my car. Thanks to this whole ordeal, I missed kissing my two little kids goodnight before they went to sleep and I was too scared to eat my club just in case the cook spat in it.