Where’s the Beef?

Chick-fil-A. There I said it. And, either you cringed with disgust when I uttered the name or you cheered in triumph. Doesn’t matter which side you’re on, there are definite opinions about this company that makes a mean little chicken sandwich with one little pickle on a big bun. Until recently, it was one of my favorite guilty pleasures. But for now, I will have to pass on the crispy waffle fries and Oreo shakes too. What a shame.

Yes, I plan to boycott Chick-fil-A (there I said it. Go ahead and let the sparks fly. I’m cool with that).

I wish I could separate the company’s politics (and some would say morals) from the fact that they make some tasty food, but right now, I just can’t. And, the reason why is probably not shocking to those of you who know me well- I can no longer eat Chick-Fil-A because as a mother, I have to be a role model for my child and teach her to be a loving, accepting, giving member of society (which is sometimes not easy living in the middle of the Bible belt where intolerance is often accepted).

I’ve taught Rosie that it’s good practice to play with all the kids on the playground. That skin color doesn’t matter and that there is a place for all the religions in the world. And, that not everyone has a mommy or daddy. Some, like the little boy down the street, have two moms and others have two dads. I’ve taught her that diversity makes the world a better place and she believes.

She’s old enough now at almost twelve, to observe and question everything around her. So demonstrations at the joint on the corner (whether in support or opposition to the Cathy family stance), haven’t gone unnoticed. And,   I’ve had to explain that this all started over gay marriage and my little tolerant Ginger didn’t get it. Because she accepts everyone. So, sadly, we won’t be eating at Chick-Fil-A for a while.

I jokingly asked on Facebook the other night if anyone had a problem with Wendy’s. I wanted to know “where’s the beef?” (and yes, the pun was intended) Outside of spotty service at times, none of my friends could come up with a thing. We’ll be trying their chicken sandwiches soon.

 

 

 

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About debcb

All Deb wanted to do was work, until she had Rosie. For the past decade, she's juggled a full-time career, high-profile volunteer work and mommyhood.

Comments

  1. Deb!!! Tolerant of everybody except somebody who doesn’t agree with you!!!

    • Not true. Lots of my friends don’t agree with me and we’ll still friends. It’s their right to believe what they choose. However, I choose to eat my chicken sandwich elsewhere.

  2. Amy Hurley says:

    I’ve always enjoyed Chick-Fil-A and like their Not Open Sundays approach. But my family and I won’t be going there either.

  3. What a great post! As a business owner, I think it’s important to keep my business separate from my politics. I’m not sure thousands would line up to support me if I shared an opinion of exclusion and donated millions to that cause. But then again, I’m not selling fried food.

  4. I’m sad that I won’t be eating their food anymore…however, it’s really not good for anyone. No one needs to eat a friend chicken sandwich, people. I think we should frequent Chipotle — they favor sustainability and locally sourced food.

    Thanks for posting, Deb, and succintly saying what I’m saying.

  5. Kate, you crack me up. I agree. Fried food is not good for the body, but it can be good for the soul…

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