First Time Starts A Tradition
Which story to tell? Why not the start at the beginning? My very first memory of Chick-fil-A was sitting on a stool at the counter of the original Dwarf House in Hapeville when I was 5-years old. I was mesmerized by the magic of Russ working the grill (I called him the "Grill Man"). Now nearly 40 years later he is the general manager/owner. That's what Chick-fil-A means to me. Family values, tradition, and very good food. My Dad took me to the Dwarf House because he was an appliance repairman for Georgia Power and maintained many of the fryers and grills used to prepare the food. He knew Truett Cathy from the early days and everyone else who worked there.
Fast forward to the teenage years when I spent a year working at the Chick-fil-A on Cleveland Ave in East Point to save up money for my first car. Plus many, many nights in a corner booth at the Dwarf House in Hapeville downing pitchers of sweet tea and sandwiches served up by Maxine and Miss Kim. You see, I along with about 10 of my high school friends were ushers for the Atlanta Braves and our tradition was to meet up at the Dwarf House after games.
Now the tradition continues with my young children at the Chick-fil-A at the corner of Piedmont & Sandy Plains in Marietta near our home. Their favorites are lemonade and waffle fries. We're there a few times each week, especially before Saturday morning trips to Home Depot with Daddy.
Family values, tradition, and very good food. Little has changed over the years, which is good. When I fly out of town for business my wife knows that when I return my first stop is at the Dwarf House in Hapeville. My Dad and most of his generation are gone, but there are days I swear their spirits are sitting on a stool by Main Street in Hapeville in the shadow of the old Ford plant. And there's nothing like a smothered one piece plate and some sweet tea to welcome you home after a few days on the road.