Even though I have been living here in the great state of North Carolina for 7 (7!) years now, for the 1st time today, I did something you can only do in the south.
I went to Bojangles.
For the uninitiated, it’s like KFC, but on steroids. My GI tract is not a fan of fried food, and I try to learn towards the healthy side of life, so it’s been natural for me to avoid it. Today, however, I did not bring my lunch to work and I’m on a crash diet of eating complete junk, so I figured, why not?
My lunch consisted of a fried leg, spicy fried breast, a really tasty biscuit, heavily-seasoned french fries and a side of slaw. With water.
The meat was fall-off-the-bone tender and had just enough kick to warrant ordering a sweet tea to blend the flavors, as my boss suggested. Did I mention the really really really awesome biscuit? I did? Okay. It was all really good, but despite that, I won’t be returning anytime soon. It was way too heavy for my typical meals: I could maybe handle a breakfast biscuit from there in about 6 months. I don’t crave fried stuff (except for the oreos from the State Fair) and it is really quite anti-bikini.
So the reason the South will not rise again is because it is too fat from eating at Bojangles.
I would also like to comment that in lieu of dinner tonight, I made myself a mocha (packet of SwissMiss hot chocolate + 1 cup of dark roast coffee = heaven in a cup), mainly because I am still too full from lunch.