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I cheated.

And I have no regrets.

But please, allow me to explain myself.

I'm a southern girl at heart. Iced tea runs in my veins and I can y'all with the best of them. My grandmother will feed you no matter what time you show up at her house and I've had my heart blessed by more relatives than I care to list. As a result, some of my worst vices involve my beloved southern restaurants. Cracker Barrel (okra and biscuits *swoon*), Sonny's (I get my fix of their Sizzlin' Sweet BBQ sauce in care packages from home), and... Chick-fil-a.

Chick-fil-a was the highlight of my every childhood shopping trip. They tout themselves as the inventors of the chicken sandwich, and even if that isn't true, I think there is something to be said for a company that even McDonald's has tried to imitate. They serve chicken in about a dozen different ways, and all of them are delicious.

But it isn't all about the chicken. It's all about the waffle fries.

Somehow the waffle fries are everything a french fry should be. Crispy, greasy, salty... despite being cooked with no trans fats. These will haunt your dreams, I promise. No other french fry will quite fulfill the waffle fry craving.

The same goes for the lemonade. (The little LEM button is down!)

While this picture clearly doesn't do this nectar-of-the-gods justice, no picture could. This lemonade is a poem. Tart, sweet, made with real lemons and sugar, everything that powdered dreck dreams of being. I know this sounds ridiculous, but trust me, one sip and you'll be hooked for life.

And now for the greatest of my indiscretions. The spicy chicken wrap. Yes. Chicken. As in, meat. Perfectly seasoned, tender meat, wrapped in a whole wheat wrap with fresh vegetables. But meat nonetheless. (The grilled chicken totally makes up for the fries. Right? Right?)

And this, my friends, is why I am "mostly" vegetarian. Sometimes I just can't deny the cravings. And since this fits in with my reasons for being a vegetarian anyway (a topic for another day), I'll be honest. I sometimes don't fight them very hard.

And while I'm not fighting them, I'm putting spicy dressing on my wrap. Because it would be a crime if I didn't.

And save some of that spicy stuff for your fries. You won't have any regrets either. I promise.

Y'all come back now, y'hear?