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I’m not sure exactly how she heard about it but several weeks back our daughter, Sasha, 14, got the fast food chain Raising Cane’s on the brain. The menu is pretty basic – chicken fingers with fries, Texas Toast and coleslaw. But Sasha had heard nothing but good things about the chain and had to have it.
As it happens, there isn’t a Raising Cane’s located by our house. But this past weekend we spent quite a bit of time in Blaine, MN – about 30 minutes north of us and home to the National Sports Center, where Sasha had a soccer tournament. Blaine is also home to a Raising Cane’s location. So we made plans to visit it for lunch on Sunday after the first of Sasha’s two games.
On Sunday morning I sat on the sidelines while Sasha and her teammates played; cold and a bit hangry. My wife Wendy and I agreed to cover the two games in shifts and I had the morning slot; our son Ethan joined me. And all I could think about was chicken fingers.
But here’s the thing; I don’t even like chicken fingers! I mean, I’ll eat them if I’m hungry and they’re in front of me yet I never crave them. Clearly Sasha has a career ahead of her as a pitchperson.
The game ended and we quickly folded up our chairs. Then Sasha approached Ethan and me and told us that her whole team was heading to lunch at … Noodles & Company. Sasha and her team happened to win their first game and I should have been more cheerful. But the truth is I was pissed. Seriously, I’d been thinking about nothing but chicken fingers for the past 90 minutes!
Fortunately, I had a kindred spirit with me. Ethan is just like me in that once he gets something on the brain, there’s no turning back. So the two of us huddled and formulated our plan. We’d go with Sasha to Noodles & Company, wait for her to eat with her team, drop her off back at the second game where she’d meet up with Wendy. Then the two of us would hit Raising Cane’s before we drove home.
As luck would have it, the service at Noodles & Company was terrible. Ethan and I ended up loitering for about 40 minutes while Sasha and her teammates ate. Then we arrived at Raising Cane’s to find out that the dining area was closed. So we both grabbed our Box Combos and headed out to eat in the car.
But here’s the thing; I hate eating in cars. I don’t consider myself a germaphobe or full-on clean freak. It’s just that I find the idea of all those smells and crumbs in a closed space pretty nauseating.
I also realized as soon as I sat down behind the steering wheel that maneuvering all the Box Combo items, plus taking full advantage of the dipping sauce, was different than eating a sandwich or burger. Yet I tore into the meal with abandon, as did Ethan. It was absolutely amazing – seriously. And having made a promise to Sasha that I’ll take her there, I definitely will be going back.
Like many experiences, especially those with our children, there was something else at play during Ethan and my Raising Cane’s excursion. The time together, of course. But beyond that, the satisfaction of meeting a goal, no matter how small it is. Being open to new experiences. And crumpling up our comfort zones and throwing them in the proverbial trash.
Along with with my picked-clean Box Combo.
Image credit: Raising Cane’s