You’re supposed to get a little syrup on the chicken and eat them together 
. It’s like pigs in a blanket - at least the version I’m familiar with, which is breakfast sausage wrapped in a pancake. A little sweet with the savory.
Which granted isn’t for everyone. When I was young the idea of stuff like raisins or other fruit mixed in with savory food horrified me. Now I’m pleased when ever I run across them in, say, a biryani.
We did zip lining on Maui when we went to Hawaii for our 25th wedding anniversary. It was fun, but not what I was expecting. We were never more than maybe two or three stories off the ground. I wanted to be zipping through the treetops!
IMO the entire point of chicken and waffles is to start with a chicken batter that’s heavily sweetened with sugar. The stuff Chick-Fil-A uses qualifies.
Then when the chicken hits the table atop your waffles made with sugar in their batter, you pour syrup all over the chicken and eat that. So it’s all sweet and greasy and salty.
Then you add more syrup to the underlying waffles and eat them after they absorbed a bunch of chix grease so they too are sweet and greasy. Or just take turns with bites of each. As long as both are dripping with syrup you’re golden.
It’s the perfect diabetes-ogenic obese-ogenc American meal! 
There are ziplines and there are ziplines.
I’ve done ones in Costa Rica where you’re 500 feet above a jungle covered canyon and in and out of the treetops. While looking out at the ocean 4000 feet below 4 miles away.
Then there’s this:
Been there done that. Good stuff.
Chinese?
I’ve had it several times and it tastes good, wherever it’s from 
I like that idea in concept.
In reality I suspect someone would have to push me off the platform. Ideally after I’m buckled in.
How about The Plunge, in the Phillipines? Not a zipline - though there are quite a few there as well.
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That’s the thing– everyone says how great it is, so I went for it. The grits are the hang up. I just don’t like grits and eating them with really great shrimp (“Mayport Shrimp”) confirmed that I don’t. It’s the consistency– I don’t like polenta either. I do like mashed potatoes.
I think that to like shrimp and grits it’s sorta a prerequisite to like shrimp. And to like grits. Lacking either of those two key features makes for a disappointing meal.
I really wanted to try it! “Maybe this time…. “ but it wasn’t time. The shrimp were great.
Get in line, flyboy!
That reminds me of some details I had forgotten, which were a little different from what you describe. Our jump zone used a Cessna most of the time (pretty sure it was a 172) and you didn’t just jump right out of it – at least, we beginners didn’t. You had to climb out and stand on the actual wheel (there was no footrest) while holding on to the wing against the air blast. The pilot was supposed to have the wheel brakes on, and there were stories about when the pilot forgot the brakes and hilarity ensued! Then, at the right moment as instructed, you pushed off and assumed the stable spread-eagle position as you started falling, because you don’t want to be rolling or tumbling when the chute deploys.
Another detail I’m recalling is that as the plane circled the jump zone, the jumpmaster threw some sort of object out of the plane that was designed to fall at about the same rate as a jumper under a parachute. The idea was to assess the winds and determine the optimum jumping-off point for the novices so they didn’t end up in power lines or in the nearby cornfields of irate farmers! Although on one jump I had to do some quick steering to avoid landing on railway tracks or telegraph wires! Other than that, my landings were pretty soft and uneventful.
Chinese immigrants brought stir-fry to Peru. The potato-loving Peruvians thought, “This is tasty, but it needs fries.”
Usually my tolerance of sweet & savory only extends to whatever syrup I can’t avoid getting on my sausage when having pancakes and sausage, but I’ve had rice pilaf with dried apricots in it and it was surprisingly good. And biryani is always good!
Having ziplined a few times, I’m getting the impression that it’s marketed as some sort of adrenaline sport, but it’s really just a way to get views that you otherwise wouldn’t get. That’s because after that very first hop off the platform, you realize that you’re not going to fall and that there’s very little risk, regardless of the distance or height of the run.
That’s why they have side plates. So the syrup never gets on the real food. My syrup days are behind me, but getting any on my eggs, bacon, etc., was the end of that stuff being edible. Those two ideas do not mix. At all.
Agreed. It’s an “adrenaline sport” suitable for grandma.
I suppose that for the severe height-o-phobes (acrophobes in the jargon) it’d be adrenaline inducing and not in a good way. Absent that it’s usually pretty tame.
I didn’t see this mentioned previously (and if it’s listed, I missed it): Dragon fruit. So cool to look at. So meh to taste. Doesn’t taste like dragon - or at least how I would expect a dragon to taste - and barely tastes like fruit.
There’s also Italy
I like Mashed taters also. My Buddy made me some great grits. First fry bacon, until crumbly. Next fry the pre-cooked grits in the bacon grease. Top with the bacon and shredded cheese.
But lots of stuff would be great like that. Just boiled grits? No thanks.
Hmm … lets try this instead:
First fry bacon, until crumbly. Next fry the pre-cooked
gritssneaker in the bacon grease. Top with the bacon and shredded cheese.
Wow, you’re right. That does sound good!! 
Snort, very funny. How about mashed potatoes as a replacement? Polenta?