Boston Market is officially revolting. I took Mrs K there this afternoon and watched in disgust as grease literally dripped from the food they served to her. To make matters worse, there were twelve whole chickens rotating in this giant plastic box, and one chicken's wing kept moving. I watched in horrified fascination as it circled above the open fire and then flapped.
I don't think I'll be able to eat chicken for a long, long time.
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Ha ha!
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