Chicken for Breakfast: I'm Lovin' It

While at painting class last night, with the class full and busily man-handling their color still lifes (oh wait, that was just me), the radio was on and playing all sorts of fun 1970s classic rock.

And then a commercial promoting McDonald's new breakfast treat—chicken biscuits—came on and interrupted the quiet. The class all simultaneously reacted negatively, with the teacher even saying aloud, "who eats chicken for breakfast?"

Uh...have you EVER been to Chick-fil-A? The fast food chain that is healthier than the rest, tastes better, smells delicious and is torturously NOT in the Midwest yet? Ok, so apparently there are a few franchise spots up in Wisconsin, but even I haven't had that much of an urge. Yet.

At Atlanta-based Chick-fil-A, you eat chicken for breakfast, and you wash it down with a giant lemonade. That's just what you do. Then you go back at lunch and get the nuggets and waffle fries, and wash that down with a sweet tea. HEAVEN.

So now when I'm seeing the article in the Chicago Tribune today asking, "Will the chicken for breakfast work in the North?" it just upsets me. At least one observer, quoted in the article, was smart enough to give credit where credit was due saying, "They may not admit this, but it looks like they copied this a little from Chick-fil-A."

Give it a chance. I'm not sure that Midwest-based McDonald's will do it the way that Chick-fil-A does, or half as well, but let's not knock it before you've tasted the delicious salty chicken resting on a buttery, flaky biscuit.

McDonald's is giving them out free tomorrow, and Costa-Rica-trip-diet be damned, I'll be in line.

Wishing it were the real thing, but willing to take one for the team, and sacrifice a little something for a taste. I'll let you know.

He's Lovin' It

A news story on Good Morning America caught my eye today. A British man won $2.7 million in the lottery, and is still planning to keep his job.

Flipping burgers at McDonald's.

I find this to be somewhere between admirable and crazy. I'd really like to think I'd keep my job if I won more than $2 million, but I'm not making any promises (sorry, Gordon).

Before I'm lambasted for my minimal financial wherewithal, it hasn't escaped my understanding that $2 million isn't THAT much in the way of funding a lifetime, but it would certainly be enough to urge me to find a better, more fulfilling and more challenging job (intellectually) than working in a fast food restaurant.

I mean, how good ARE those health benefits? Or does he really just love the uniform? Enjoys the smell of grease in the morning?

Whatever the reason, I do admire his loyalty to his employer, and his "regular guy" routine as he continues working as if nothing had changed. I'd be willing to bet that there is a bigger smile on his face today as he serves the Brits their fries, though.

It does beg the question, that I am now posing to you: what would YOU do with your time if you won the lottery?