The sandwich comes in a wrapper marked only as "special" — a mysterious start.
Upon unwrapping, I'm a little cautious. The biscuit looks ... off. Perhaps not wrong, but off. But a warm, buttery scent helps ease my mind.
The sandwich is simple enough: a crispy chicken fillet slathered with honey butter, all within the fluffy embrace of a buttered biscuit. In theory, it sounds pretty good.
In delivery, it seems to be hit or miss. It's a somewhat small sandwich, so a side is recommended if you're looking for a big breakfast.
The biscuit is odd. It's too crunchy and comes off a tad salty. It lacks the spongy, fluffy lightness that a biscuit should possess. The butter makes it palatable, but what isn't tolerable with a pat of butter?
The chicken is looking good, however. I've always thought that Wendy's does a fine job with chicken — always crispy, moist, and real.
When combined, it's a decent sandwich. Each bite comes off as slightly sweet but not cloyingly so, as the honey butter is a more subtle touch. I shudder to think of what could have been created were the chicken glazed in some sickly honey sauce.
In fact, the honey butter adds a certain richness to the meal that masks the disappointing mediocrity of the biscuit. It's a classic combo of sweet and savory, much like the McGriddle.
And at $2.79 in New York City — likely less elsewhere — it's slightly cheaper than the McGriddle variations, which run from $3.19 to $3.59 in the city. It's not a well-known item, either — it's something of a breakfast underdog.
Is it the best breakfast sandwich of all time? Not to me. The brittle biscuit let me down, and the McGriddle is just too high up on the pedestal to be replaced. But I might come back to it someday. You never know ...
