This was my first experience at Chicken Salad Chick. I do work at Chicken Salad Chick now, but I’m not biased for loving it, I promise you. I literally eat it five times a week; it’s getting to be a problem for my bank account … oops. BUT: If you are looking for great and healthy food, I beg you to go to this restaurant. You will not regret it at all.

• You're in the car looking for somewhere to eat. You go to the same places all the time.
• When is that place with the huge poster of some grape thing in Plaza gonna open?
• *driving by* Wait … the poster is gone. A sign now hangs that says “NOW OPEN!”
• SERIOUSLY!!!
• Let’s go!!!
• I don’t love chicken salad because it’s overloaded with mayo.
• I hope this isn’t like that.
• The parking lot is empty, thank goodness. Can’t imagine this place on Friday and Saturday. At least there is a parking garage for overflow.
• *door swings open* I’m greeted with an employee and the smell of warm sugar cookies.
• She’s a cute girl. She asks if I have ever been here before. Usually, I don’t like when people help me out at restaurants so I just reply with a short “no."
• She goes on happily telling me about the menu and recommends two flavors: something with buffalo and another called Sassy something ... She also says how to order it. Too much information at once. I’m lost.
• Overwhelmed.
• Too many choices.
• This place is adorable … I honestly feel like I’m at home or something.
• The décor is so stinkin’ cute.
• My anxiety raises because I’m not ready to decide. A lady screams out to the line, “I can help the next guest!”
• Pretty cool that she called me a “guest” and didn't just scream “NEXT!”
• “I don’t know what to get yet,” I admit, feeling stupid. “No worries at all, I’m gonna grab you some of my favorite samples."
• Wow, that was nice.
• The registers are iPad’s ... that’s pretty sweet.
• Mini-cups with the cute sample spoons are placed in front of me.
• I’m scared. She explains what they are as I try each.
• The first one is a loaded backed potato in chicken salad form.
• Wow, is this real life?
• Love it.
• The second one I try I’m told is Buffalo Barclay.
• I love buffalo anything.
• Wow!!!!
• Where’s the mayo?
• Why has this not been in my life sooner?
• I tell her I want the buffalo. She gives me the same suggestion as the girl at the front, “One Buffalo Barclay on a croissant with provolone cheese.”
• Yeah, I’ll have that. I’ll have that RIGHT NOW.
• “And for your sides?” she asks. The grape thing, for sure. “That’s my favorite thing on the menu,” she says with a smile.
• Unfortunately, it’s time to pass over my card and pay.
• Do I even have money for this?
• Crap, gotta break out the credit card.
• Worth it.
• Hopefully?
• My number is eight and I sit in a booth by myself.
• Everyone I’ve spoken to has been genuinely nice.
• Must be the southern charm instilled in the place.
• Should I sit at a smaller table so a bigger group can sit here?
• Nah. My experience ... I can be selfish.
• People watching is fun.
• My food arrives in front of me and it looks exactly like the pictures on the menu.
• Didn’t know that happened in real life.
• This food is plated so pretty.
• My Snapchat friends need to see this before I can touch it.
• Definitely going on the story.
• Intimidated by the sandwich, I down the pickle first,
• I also was given a chocolate chip cookie that looks like it’s trying to show off for me.
• YUM.
• Here goes the first bite.
• My goodness.
• Second bite. Wow, this is fantastic.
• Third bite: How is this real?
• 10 bites later: Crushed it.
• My Snapchat story needs the after picture.
• I think I liked it?
• An employee offers to take my trash. Next, a man comes over to me and asks if I enjoyed the food. He introduces himself as the franchise owner ...
• He wanted to meet me???
• I’m cool.
• I explain all the great things I enjoyed about the restaurant.
• I fill out a comment card saying that everything was excellent ... especially the two chicks (get it ... haha) that helped me.
• Should I get a pound to go?
• I can eat it later with chips.
• Or pretzels.
• Never had a better idea in my life.
• A pound of Buffalo Barclay to-go.
• Hallelujah.
• Figuratively and literally leaving with a great taste in my mouth.