So now, I must formally apologize to Chick-Fil-A. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen. It didn't mean anything and it wasn't nearly as good as you! I promise it will Never happen again!! I was walking through the food court, on my way to you and out of the corner of my eye, the little Asian man forked a piece of bourbon chicken and said "you come here and try bourbon chicken?!" I wasn't sure if he was asking or demanding... so I went over and took the bite... Ooohhh the sweet goodness of bourbon chicken danced across my tongue when a little Asian woman interrupted my bliss "you want rice?!" "Sure" I say still partially seduced by the chicken... WHAT!!! How did that happen, why do I have a plate full of fried rice, bourbon chicken and an egg roll? Ohhh the shame, I've cheated on my perfect Chick-Fil-A. After I paid, I had to do the walk of shame though the food court to find a seat... As I made my way, I felt eyes of judgement upon me. Everybody ( I swear, I was literally the only person NOT eating Chick in the entire food court) was feasting on their golden Chick-Fil-A sandwiches, fries and shakes... I looked down at my tray and knew I was an outcast. For a moment, I felt like a new kid trying to make their though a school cafeteria. I wasn't sure where to sit, because clearly I wasn't a cool kid. I found a spot in the corner... my bourbon chick was good, but not as good as that first sample bite. I'm not sure if it was the guilt or just that my "system" wasn't used to the new food but a few hours later Chick-Fil-A got its revenge on me!!!