Chick-Fil-A Pretzel Cheddar Club
Oh, doomscrolling, how I love you and the many ads you provide. Who doesn’t like seeing hot, fresh food ads? The Wednesday collaboration with Wendy’s, Omar Epps, his many Zaxby ads, Little Caesars, and their NFL commercials. As a big-back myself, I love to know what “incredible” new items restaurants put out. So when I came across the holy chicken’s new pretzel cheddar club, I knew this was my sandwich. My family and I love the holy chicken, Chick-fil-A, and we are especially obsessed with trying limited-time specialties. Another name for Chick-fil-A is the Christian chicken, on account of its closing on Sundays. The Smokehouse BBQ Bacon Sandwich, the yearly peppermint milkshakes, the peach milkshake…okay, it does seem like we have a dairy problem, but a milkshake from Chick-fil-A is going to hit every time.
So, days after the ad, while driving home, I realized it was time to try the new concoction that had come out for the season. I chose to get this lovely sandwich on Saturday of all days, the last day of the week that the holy chicken is open. Did I have to sit in line for 10-15 minutes…yes, yes, I did. Nevertheless, that meant nothing to me when it meant that new flavors were just inches within my reach. Now me, I’m a strong gal, so I opted for the spicy version of the sandwich. As I got home with the car smelling like new possibilities and the time for a new personality change, I sat down to test my new companion.
The first step is removing the sandwich box from the bag and opening that bad boy up. Because I am a toddler first and a human second, I spent some time poking the top bun of the sandwich. It was initially hard to the touch, so that was my first, and only, sign of doubt from this sandwich. But mama ain’t raise no bitch, so I pushed through the initial discomfort. Opening the sandwich to see how the vegetables look with the spicy chicken filet. A crisp leaf of lettuce and a nice juicy slice of tomato, nothing too fancy except for the new mustard that comes with the sandwich. Interestingly, the sauce is given on the side when, typically, people are pushing to have all accouterments prepared and ready for faster eating.
Now, the moments after the first bite are a little hazy because as soon as I bit into the sandwich, I heard a white noise enter my brain. I expected the bun to be pretzel-like and not a “fully functioning” pretzel bun with the hardness of a regular pretzel. It was like the sun started shining again after a bad thunderstorm, eating ice cream on a really hot day, convincing your mom that you definitely took the chicken out of the freezer as soon as you got home. Combined with the tomato and the crunchy lettuce, it reminded me that this is definitely a Holy Chicken product. The Dijon mustard adds a sweetness that melts into the rest of the sandwich. I have to say that damn holy chicken never, rarely, misses. An absolutely orgasmic sandwich…okay, maybe a little too far, but it is terrific. In complete transparency, I did go back for the nonspicy version of the sandwich…still a banger.
jada Davis 