Chick-fil-A — Restaurant in West Valley City

I’ve eaten Chickfila religiously almost every day for the past 5 years and it’s always been a wonderful 5 star experience without fail everytime. Until I came to the west valley chickfila. I’m down here for a work trip and thought I’d enjoy some wonderful chicken and a delicious shake. I stopped by, ordered my food inside, was handed my shake and drink, and then I sat down next to the counter and waited for my food. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 15 and I started to truly believe thanos snapped half of the chickfila employees out of existence because my food was not being delivered. my eyes never left the counter and I was staring aggressively at the girl that took my order but she never got the hint. That’s when I noticed there was a bag on the corner of the counter closest to the kitchen almost as if it was deliberately placed in the worst spot on the counter like nobody was suppose to touch it. And I knew deep down that, that was my order. I was sick to my stomach, I was about to cry, my body started to compulse because I was so flabbergasted. Why didn’t they call my name, why didn’t they try to deliver the food. I walked up to the counter holding back hulk from erupting over the counter and kindly asked where my order was. The lady asked what I ordered and then handed me that bag of cold chicken and fries. I then hit her with “oh I didn’t know this was mine sorry” and walked out holding my tears. I’m typing this after I ate my food and was in such dissatisfaction of what just occured a few minutes before that I had to type this up. I couldn’t physically understand what just happened and how the employees didn’t call a name or anything they just put the bag on the most hidden part of the counter and didn’t say a word. Keep in mind I was 5 feet from the counter at all times waiting and listening. This bag was on the counter before I left the cashier so I of course didn’t think it was mine, but then again I’ve never waited more than 60 seconds for my food at chickfila before this event. I guess it was kind of my fault but after this event I will never be eating...

I embarked on a culinary journey at Chick-fil-A, and it was nothing short of a gastronomic rollercoaster. The large cup marked "Jay 4 Lwardz" felt like a mysterious message from a fast-food prophet. I imagine "Jay" is the sage who oversees the sacred waffle fries, perfectly sprinkled with sea salt, that would make Poseidon himself envious.

The crispy chicken nuggets were nestled in their red carton like nuggets of joy, each bite delivering a harmonious crunch that could cure even the worst Monday blues. Next to them, the waffle fries laid in all their crisscross glory, each one a crispy golden rectangle of delight.

And then there was the kale salad, lurking in the corner. It’s as if Chick-fil-A was whispering, "We care about your health… but not too much.” The sealed lid seemed to protect the kale from the world’s evils, or perhaps it was the other way around. Who knew kale could look so intimidating?

As I rummaged through the sauce packets, I found an assortment of flavor enhancers. The Chick-fil-A sauce, a heavenly blend of goodness, was accompanied by the elusive Polynesian sauce, a concoction so mystical it should come with its own treasure map. I found myself debating whether to dip the fries or save it for a moment of sheer culinary desperation.

And let's not forget the ketchup packet, standing alone as if saying, "I may be basic, but I'm here if you need me."

In conclusion, Chick-fil-A delivered a meal that was part feast, part adventure, and entirely delicious. The moral of the story? Always trust in the wisdom of "Jay 4 Lwardz."

Ema is absolutely an amazing beautiful woman! I felt so important and special as soon as we walked into the restaurant. Give that...

My sister and I dove here for dinner after a day of cleaning, immediately when entering the drive through the order taker was probably new, so we were patient with her. We older two large number 7s with gluten free buns(grilled chicken clubs with fries and drink replace buns with gluten free ones;we are gluten intolerant). The order want read back, we didn’t get a receipt and when we pulled up we noticed it’s not as clean as other locations.they weren’t wearing gloves and weren’t washing their hands after handling money and just gave us put food. They gave us a medium drink instead of a large and we told them and they gave us a large. When we left and got home, we pulled out the food and it was regular buns not gluten free, we told the order taker 3 times to make sure and apparently she just;ignored it. Being disappointed since we can’t eat it,we called them, a lady answered and asked us if we had a receipt,we said they didn’t give us one, the lady said she could give us some coupons, and us being hungry after a days cleaning we told them we still needed to eat, she then put us on hold and someone new picked up and thought we just called. We explained the situation and they now offered to deliver what we ordered to us,we made sure they heard gluten free buns this time . We agreed and waited. When the driver came we got our food and checked it,this time it was correct, and they even included some coupons!

The food was okay and warm when we got it. I just wish it wouldn’t be this complicated to get an order...