Weddingbee Blog

The other day Sparks and I were catching up on a Biggest Loser episode (love it) in which the contestants had to complete a temptation challenge. Basically, each team had to spend three minutes in a room that was filled (I’m talking floor to ceiling) with their absolute favorite foods. The team that ate the most calories would “win.” Yeesh. Talk about torture.

Later, Sparks asked me what the room would be filled with if I were a contestant:

“Easy. Chick-fil-A sandwiches. And I would eat every single one of them. Crawlin’ up and down the walls like Spiderman.”

Ohhhh, Chick-fil-A…

The mental image of me crawling up the walls like a crazy person in search of chicken sent Sparks into a laughing fit. But I was serious. I love me some chicken sandwiches.* Which brings me to my point (finally!). My love of Chick-fil-A and chicken sandwiches is what led us to our wedding venue. Bear with me.

About a year ago, Sparks and I heard a rumor that Chick-fil-A was FINALLY opening a Chicago location. I did some more research and found out that not only was this rumor true, but that they were also throwing a big party in honor of the grand opening. I signed up for tickets immediately**, and a week later we were walking up to the door of this place:

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Recognize it? Yep. That’s our wedding venue. Of course, we didn’t know that then. We were too busy basking in the glory of fried Southern goodness.

“I love this chicken sandwich, yo!” (Personal photo)

While we were enjoying our culinary journey back to the South, I commented that this would be a pretty nice place to have a wedding, right? Sparks agreed, but we weren’t even engaged yet, so I put it in the back of my mind. I didn’t think about it again until we walked through CIC’s doors in August. Then it clicked. THIS was the place that had captured me so many months ago. I couldn’t believe it. The room looked so different without dancing cows and waiters serving waffle fries. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at my realization. Something that so strongly represented my love of the South (and how badly I missed it) had led me to our wedding venue in this big city. I might have cried a little. And developed an insatiable craving for a chicken sandwich.

Does anyone else have a weird connection with their venue? Did you find it in an unexpected way? Who loves Chick-fil-A?

*I very rarely eat meat. Like once a week, maybe. The only things holding me back from being a full-on vegetarian are grass-fed-beef burgers and Chick-fil-A. I just cannot quit you.

** And danced around my apartment, hyperventilating about the fact that Chick-fil-A was opening in Chicago. Breathe, dude.