Gasp, there’s only one Chick-fil-A in New York City?? Not sure why they wouldn’t want more stores there, though it’s possible all that gayness might contaminate their food. All I know is that fried chicken sandwiches and waffle fries are terribly fond of one another and have been in a committed, loving relationship since before I was born. Their partnership, while polyamorous, is precious and must be preserved. New York would be much worse off without a single Chick-fil-A branch to glorify this happy marriage. I wouldn’t let Dan Cathy’s politics deprive me of celebrating such a beautiful thing. After all, I have him to thank for creating and executing his restaurant vision. Every time I call on them, Chick-fil-A products consistently satisfy my stomach, if not my soul.