Today was a very, very strange day in Los Angeles as the In-N-Out of the South had finally opened up shop on the corner of Sunset and Highland: Chick-Fil-A. The Georgia based company opened to people camping out in lines down the street, all anxious to get some of their uniquely fried chicken and waffle fries (and free food for a year). Aside from the secret USC Chick-Fil-A, this is the first real metropolitan Los Angeles location. And, yes, you could definitely tell this from the opening.
We swung by the location around 4PM today and it was surprisingly more tepid then we had expected, after hearing Twitter rumors of long lines, anti-Chick-Fil-A gay protestors, Southerners, tourists, and general hysteria. But, actually, the scene there was not as crazy as anticipated. Perhaps because it was after typical lunch hour and a few hours since those Hollywood High kids were dismissed, we don’t know. We just know that it took us about twenty minutes to get a chicken sandwich into our hands and mouths.
A few things to note, though. First, there is a double drive through, which is awesome. So much smarter than the In-N-Out down two blocks. However, that did not deter car lines into Sunset Blvd. Maybe the car lines will be just as bad? Time will tell when it is not opening day.
The walk up windows–which we did–were a breeze. It needs to be noted that the window facing Sunset directly is constantly crowded because everyone assumes that is the only window you can order from and that the rest are pick-up windows. Not the case: only the far right window (the one directly facing Highland Ave) is a pick up window. Feel free to walk up to the rest and get your Sweet Tea!
It must also be noted that they have extremely annoying misters that we predict will be going away quickly because the situation there felt like the invasion scene in Apocalypse Now with all the lightly spraying water in the air. The sun was smart to utilize the mist as a giant prism that literally was blinding. We’ve warned you, y’all.
The staff there is wonderful, naturally. They were even giving homeless people drinks! How sweet! We spotted one sloppy man who yelled for a Root Beer, received it, and then sang Chick-Fil-A’s praises over the other hyphenated gourmet fast food stop a few blocks down that undoubtedly hate homeless. They also cutesily and annoyingly yelled everyone’s name over the loud speaker, where the person on the microphone treated the event like a stand-up comedian at an open mic night full of agents (“We have an order for Justin…perhaps this order is for Justin Bieber?”; “Jennifer…Jennifer Aniston! Your order is ready!”).
The food tasted like the same old, same old classic: you know to expect. Besides the misters, we had a great time at the opening and even snagged a free breakfast meal coupon as well as a protest flyer urging you against consuming the establishment’s delicious, savory homo-hostile chicken sandwiches. We did not end up getting a soda because they were fixing the soda fountain and the poor man assisting in passing out orders forgot to give us ours in the furry of people demanding Polynesian Sauce. That being said, we will be there more than we care to admit and will begin hoarding Chicken Biscuits starting tomorrow morning.
And, yes, they are closed on Sunday. Even in heathen, gay Hollywood, the establishment keeps their promise with the big G in the sky by observing his day of rest.