![]() ![]() Maybe it was practice for heaven? As time slowly ticked and my anticipation increased with each moment, I finally heard my name being called throughout the crowd of people. Seeing how pleased the people with food looked and recalling my previous experience, I placed my order and decided to wait. There was no paper in the receipt slot and his face tacitly said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll wait”. “It’s gonna be about 45 minutes”, the man behind the gray semi-busted cash register stated. While it was a good evening eating chicken as the sun went down, I wanted to visit them again to see if it was as delicious the second time as it was the first. I snapped a ton of photos (seen in this post) and even got to meet a few new faces. My first visit was thanks to an event by Varissa of It was a great time discovering the extraordinary shop inside an exceedingly ordinary parking lot. You may not see it at first, unsure exactly where it is, but the pop-up shop that serves Nashville hot chicken sits under a tent in a parking lot on Hollywood Boulevard. It was my second time at Dave’s Hot Chicken in Hollywood and I was waiting to place my order. Heaven aside, I try not to wait in any line for any reason, but my friend and I somehow could be found standing behind a single-file arrangement of people just the other day. ![]() ![]() Sure someone else may have to discuss entry with management, better known as Christ, but that’s not my issue. I have a hard time rationalizing a wait for food when I know that I won’t even have to wait to get into heaven. I can’t justify standing in line for things, even food. ![]()
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