Another lunch time in the New York office (sorry, “Customer Innovation Center”). The constant drive to increase this list is overbearing, as is the curiosity of the American fast food chains that have not crossed the Atlantic Ocean to my home shores. So too does the knowledge that it’s another big proper nice dinner in the evening. Enter Chick Fil A. I am not feeling particularly fussy. I want to see what they do best - I ask for a chicken burger, with some waffle fries, and some Chick Fil A sauce. Let’s not complicate matters. I am delighted that what they do best, they do well. Above and beyond anything else, the sauce is wonderful, a perfectly sweet and tangy combination of honey mustard and barbecue, as far as I can discern. It is mopped up nicely by both the waffle fries (crisp but sufficiently absorbent for the sauce) and the burger (both chicken and bun) itself. It’s also reasonably priced. Beyond that, it’s one of the quite common occurrences of Americans on the internet banging on about how great some fast food chain is, when in reality, it’s… fine? I’d happily eat it again, but it’s hardly the second coming now.