Okay, okay, can I just tell you about the greatest thing that ever happened to me yesterday at Liberty Market???
Imagine this Scene:
Me going to Liberty Market for the first time.
So many delicious sounding options.
No idea what to order.
Narrow it down to either the chicken pasta or the 'best chicken sandwich'.
Decide upon the pasta.
It was delicious, but I was still so curious about this 'best chicken sandwich' I heard so much about.
Behind me is sitting Robin (Lauren's sister-in-law, whom I recognize from the blog) and a group of her adorable girlfriends (who I do NOT know, mind you).
As we're leaving, I go over to introduce myself.
I ask them about their food choices (as to help me decide what to try next time.)
Cute girl with heavy bangs had the 'best chicken sandwich' on her plate.
I ask her if it lives up to its pompous name.
Without hesitation the sandwich is being handed to me.
I haven't even learned her name, and she doesn't know mine.
She insists that I take a bite.
I, of course, take that bite--there seems to be no choice.
It was indeed THE BEST CHICKEN SANDWICH, but I'm still not sure if it's because of it's succulent ingredients, or if it was because the most generous, hilarious, and fabulously banged lady gave a nameless girl a bite of her sandwich fearlessly.
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I walked out flattered, blushing, and satisfied.
I'll never be the same after this.
Best Chicken Sandwich Girl, if you read this, please invite me to your next girls night.
I loved you and your friends.
...and your sandwich.
