so, as you know we ventured up to Atlanta this weekend (aka Hotlanta to some). We went to REI and then planned to head to Pine Mountain. We don't know much about Atlanta yet - except that its really big - so we didn't really want to do any exploring without planning it out. We needed lunch but wanted to stick with something simple... Wilson wanted Wendy's.
So we hopped on the highway and headed south, keeping an eye out for a Wendy's. We got off instead when Brad spotted a sign that said "Chick-Fil-A: Dwarf House". Hmmm. Sounds interesting. After deciding we may have made a wrong turn because this was THE LONGEST .09 MILES EVER, we persevered another little tenth of a mile and ended up here...That's right. The Dwarf House Chick-Fil-A . The place where it all started. I know you northerners don't know a lot about Chick-Fil-A, they not only have yummy food, but they are super-family-friendly. They have a pretty incredible business story too. And they are closed Sundays. Because they want their employees to have Sundays off. Even the Dwarf House here, which is open 24 hours, is closed on Sundays...
Oh, and just for you Sandy... we had to leave the windows cracked because we had Big Girl with us, and a dumb bird pooped right on the open window and into the van. (yep, that's right, a picture of bird poop right here on our blog).
P.S. this joint is nearly on the runway of the Atlanta airport, we had a good view of planes coming and going. it was a fun surprise on our little venture north. (except for the bird poop on my door.)