Usually I won't order a grilled chicken sandwich for the same reason I won't order the inevitable roasted chicken dish that appears on the menu of almost every restaurant in Manhattan: CAUSE IT'S ALWAYS MAD DRY. Well, not always, but a lot of times. But this one had cheddar and bacon and onion rings and barbecue sauce on it. And yeah, I asked for mayo and put that on it as well. So, whatever, I have a problem. But I combated the shit out of this thing's lack of moisture.