This week my friend and local writer Amalie blogged about miniature horses, the cool kids of Louisville and Chick-fil-A. The mere mention of this chicken sandwich haven brings back Milwaukee Northridge Mall food-court memories of my 12-year-old self furiously debating between Sbarro and that baked potato place (the name escapes me, anyone?). Of course, I had to save room for a 730-calorie Cinnabon, so Chick-fil-A always won out. I love grilled chicken sandwiches, but most fast food versions use suspect chicken breasts that are bland, dry and rubbery. But Chick-fil-A always tasted fresher and more flavorful, probably due to the hand-breading and extra seasoning, and they pretty much set the precedent for the perfect waffle fry. Eventually Northridge Mall closed up shop, taking Spencer’s Gifts and Ponderosa Steakhouse with it, as well as Chick-fil-A. From a quick search on their surprisingly comprehensive Web site, it looks like the closest location might be in Racine, but Amalie swears by an Indiana location she frequents. I’m down to road trip it to either one. Cinnabon on the other hand? Not sure I could still stomach..