By Joe Montgomery

I don’t often regret eating food. I love food. And I will eat just about anything, even if it’s been in the refrigerator for two weeks or has been on the floor longer than 10 seconds. So it must be saying a lot about Chick-fil-A when I left wishing I never put that food down my throat. The smell of fresh chicken cooked in oil and slapped between buns was enough to draw me in and tease my hunger. I stood in line, gathered my food and took a seat. It wasn’t until I began to eat that I realized I made a mistake.

Aside from the fact that the food was terrible and tasted like the Play-Doh food I use to pretend to eat when I was 6 (I once took a bite of a Play-Doh cheeseburger), I felt that every exercise I ever performed had been flushed down my culinary toilet. My sandwich swam in grease, and the gunk my potato wedges were swimming in wasn’t much better.

The meal I choked down, which was a Chick-fil-A chicken sandwich with mayonnaise, a medium order of potato wedges with one packet of ranch and a medium Coke, weighed in at 1396 calories and 82 grams of fat, according to the Chick-fil-A Web site.

That’s a lot of time on the treadmill. There are healthier alternatives that Chick-fil-A offers, such as salads and fruit bowls, but the restaurant in the Fountain Food Court does not offer these menu items and only offers sandwiches. So, no matter which way you juggle them, it’s just bad food.

I have eaten some disgusting things in my life, mostly due to the fact that I can overlook the green stuff in the gravy or scrape the fuzzy stuff off pizza, but I have a dream: to never again eat Chick-fil-A.