Every day I seem to be in some sort of dilemma. To shop or not to shop, to study or to procrastinate, to stay in and do puzzles or to go out with friends, to go to one college or the other. But if you were to ask me if I wanted to go to Chick-fil-A or Raising Cane’s, don’t even finish the question because without a doubt Chick-fil-A is always the right answer.
I love Chick-fil-A, and I will never break my loyalty to this fine establishment. With the crunchy crushed ice, flavorful sauces, exquisite service and famous chicken, what more can you ask for? It is simply my pleasure to speak about why Chick-fil-A is heaven on Earth, and its competitor, Raising Cane’s, is objectively subpar.
When you’re at Chick-fil-A, it’s not just the food that makes it so good; it’s the whole experience. The customer service makes it feel like I’m eating with good friends and family, and you’ll never catch a worker ending a sentence without saying “my pleasure.” I’ll break down my typical order and take you through what makes the experience so profound. I get an eight-count chicken nugget, waffle fries with Chick-fil-A sauce and a lemonade. The only way to describe a Chick-fil-A nugget is to equate it with your vision of utopia. It’s the perfect ratio of crispy to chicken, and no matter what form your chicken comes in, it always has that perfect ratio and is cooked to perfection. At Cane’s, the chicken tastes like it came straight out of my Costco bulk bag of frozen chicken tenders. It’s soggy and it’s greasy. There’s no crisp or crunch. At least if you’re going to dedicate a whole institution to chicken, step it up to Chick-fil-A’s level.
And don’t even get me started on the fries. Chick-fil-A has waffle fries, and I’m not sure what else you’d need to hear. What other fast food restaurant has waffle fries? The fries vary in shape but are consistently fresh, crispy and salty. The Holy Trinity of fries. At Cane’s, their fries are a disappointment. They’re dry. They’re flavorless. They create a deeper void in life, one you hoped would be filled when you placed your order.
My peers can attest that often, we are expected to make too many serious choices. As a senior in my last semester of high school, I am faced with constant questions about my future, and looming, life-altering decisions inch closer with each passing moment. But I can’t even decide if I’m in the mood for nuggets or a spicy chicken sandwich at Chick-fil-A. Here I am, laying in the same bed I wrote my very serious college essays in, professing my love for Chick-fil-A in an effort to help others see the light. Sometimes the clearest decisions become clouded by other people’s judgements and perceptions. Sometimes people who choose Raising Cane’s over Chick-fil-A possess minds clouded by the deceptively “larger portions.”
But there’s no way food served in Styrofoam boxes can be better than the innovative design of a Chick-fil-A nugget box that has a spot for your sauce and a hole to put your drink straw in. I may not know where I’m going to college or what I’m going to wear tomorrow, but if there’s one thing I can stand firmly by, it’s the fundamental knowledge that Chick-fil-A has the superior chicken.