It's a strange phenomenon that once a person leaves the south, they suddenly desire Bojangles. He or she might spend his or her entire life ridiculing those who eat Bojangles, or ignoring the place altogether. Then, as soon as he or she exits the south for more than 6 months, the cravings set in. What it is I do not know. But, it is real, very very real.
Jason and I, among many others, are living proof. And thank goodness, in a hurried and harried trip to the airport last week, we chowed. I upon a Filet Biscuit Combo French Fries Iced Tea and Jason upon The Supreme Dinner French Fries Iced Tea.
And, yes, it was good.
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