Without question — Crispy Brewhouse Chicken from Applebee’s.
I still remember the first bite. The golden, crunchy crust gave way to juicy, tender chicken that melted in my mouth. The glaze was slightly sweet, slightly smoky, and absolutely perfect. Paired with creamy mashed potatoes and a cold drink, it wasn’t just a meal — it was therapy.
I was going through a rough time back then. Tired, overwhelmed, and just needing something to feel good again. That dish wrapped around me like a soft blanket. It made me slow down, breathe, and feel okay… even if just for a little while.
They don’t serve it anymore — which feels like losing an old friend. But I carry the memory with me, like a warm hug on a hard day.
Some meals feed your body.
That one fed my soul. 🥲💛

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