At the end of this email, we’d like you to participate in a quick one-question survey.
It’s easy.
All you have to do is read the next 154 words and ask yourself, “What’s the true meaning of life?”
And if it doesn’t rhyme with shried ficken... you read it all wrong.
Meet Chick-a-Biddy, Shaun Doty and Lance Gummere’s latest and greatest invention that’s about to drop gratuitous amounts of fried-chicken sandwiches and frozen juleps into your life, opening tomorrow in Atlantic Station.
Congratulations. You’re about to hit the jackpot in the laid-back-spots-to-have-chicken-and-three-coffee-lunches category. It’s got a retro diner vibe about it. White-and-gray square-tiled floors. Metal chairs. That salt-pepper-and-hot-sauce trifecta on every table.
So, tomorrow. Be in Atlantic Station at 11am sharp. Pretend you’re already a regular. Slide into your “favorite” booth. Arrogantly laugh when you’re handed a menu and go for your “usual” (wood-grilled fish tacos and a frozen ginger julep). Actually, no. You’ll do the fried-chicken sandwich with Creole mayo today.
Unless you wait for the weekend brunch, that is. Head to the patio. Wear sunglasses. Drink a Biddy Mary with Brooklyn Bloody mix and a celery-salt rim. Eat a breakfast burger.
Wait... no, yeah, that’s right.
It’s easy.
All you have to do is read the next 154 words and ask yourself, “What’s the true meaning of life?”
And if it doesn’t rhyme with shried ficken... you read it all wrong.
Meet Chick-a-Biddy, Shaun Doty and Lance Gummere’s latest and greatest invention that’s about to drop gratuitous amounts of fried-chicken sandwiches and frozen juleps into your life, opening tomorrow in Atlantic Station.
Congratulations. You’re about to hit the jackpot in the laid-back-spots-to-have-chicken-and-three-coffee-lunches category. It’s got a retro diner vibe about it. White-and-gray square-tiled floors. Metal chairs. That salt-pepper-and-hot-sauce trifecta on every table.
So, tomorrow. Be in Atlantic Station at 11am sharp. Pretend you’re already a regular. Slide into your “favorite” booth. Arrogantly laugh when you’re handed a menu and go for your “usual” (wood-grilled fish tacos and a frozen ginger julep). Actually, no. You’ll do the fried-chicken sandwich with Creole mayo today.
Unless you wait for the weekend brunch, that is. Head to the patio. Wear sunglasses. Drink a Biddy Mary with Brooklyn Bloody mix and a celery-salt rim. Eat a breakfast burger.
Wait... no, yeah, that’s right.
