One of my favorite guilty pleasures over the last 10 years has been the occasional consumption of Arby’s Chicken Bacon Swiss sandwiches. I don’t partake of them often, because they’re freakin’ expensive (and really bad for me), but I really enjoy them. Today I decided to hit up Arby’s and grab one, on account of how I haven’t had one in over a year.
So I’m at the drive-thru, just finishing up my order when I begin to worry. Through the crackle and hiss of the drive-thru speaker, I hear the question that will change my life forever:
“Do you want that crispy or grilled?”
“Wait, what?” I inquire. “I don’t follow you.”
“You can have the chicken on that either fried or grilled. Which do you want?”
Upon thinking about it a little bit, I have absolutely no idea how they used to do them, but I decide on grilled. As I pull up to the window I see a big banner proclaiming how the chicken they serve is all 100% natural, grain fed, each feather lovingly removed by an aging Hippie.
Let me tell you, the new “improved” Chicken Bacon Swiss 100% sucks. The meat was as dull in flavor as it was in color and texture, and I doubt getting the “crispy” variation would improve matters much.
I guess that’s one less thing I have to feel guilty about.
