Chick-fil-A

This was by far the worst Chick-fil-A I have ever been to and this past experience was by far the worst experience I have ever had at a Chick-fil-A. We've been through the drive through several times as my wife and I work very close. Each experience things have been forgotten about, or the wait time is exceptionally long, and when things aren't forgotten and we don't have to wait long the quality is poor. (See picture of bacon bits? Like seriously? I'd prefer to wait for full strips of bacon if bacon isn't cooked. Lol) UNFORTUNATELY for the most part it has been all three. Slow, poor quality, and losing things. Anyways. I'll be back to update if it gets better. But this CFA definitely needs new management if things dont improve.

This location opened not too long ago and every day still seems like opening day based on it being always packed to the brim. Finding a table can be tough. The line is always super long, and the drive thru is even worse. 30-40 minute wait times inside or at the drive thru are not uncommon. Chick-fil-a is always busy no matter what location, but this one is particularly packed. Food is as expected, the restaurant is clean, and the staff are friendly. Just don’t expect this to be “fast” food at all.

First time back since they first opened and were still figuring things out. Much better experience this time now that they’ve been open for a while. Just like any other chick fil a. Very polite employees, calm atmosphere, indoor play area, outside seating. Very nice.

I did a mobile order which is always easy and the lady was really nice but when I got to work my egg white grill didn't have any cheese in it which helps give it some moisture so it was super dry. Nobody wants to eat an English muffin which egg white and chicken only.

My dear companions, allow me to regale you with a tale of culinary highs and lows so dramatic, they rival the most epic of sagas. Picture this: golden, crispy chicken, its savory aroma dancing in the air, paired with fries of such perfection, they could make a grown gourmand weep with joy. Alas, this symphony of flavors was soon to be disrupted. My Coca-Cola, usually a nectar of the gods, tasted like the tears of a forgotten deity. And as for my beloved daughter, her frozen confection, a sugary dream turned into a nightmare when a rogue piece of paper dared to infiltrate its creamy depths. A tragedy in three acts, I tell you!