Chicken 22: Grand Finale

So it finally comes to an end, a month of chicken has passed. More people were following the chickens posted on the facebooks than I expected. Most aren't the commenty type I suppose.

So this month I've learned very little. With all the fried chicken I ate in this span, I'm probably that much closer to a heart attack or stroke. I really should eat some Cheerios or something to come to some sort of balance.

Next month will be subways for a long haul. There's Turkey Day towards the end of the month, so that gives a bit of a reprieve. Dunno what difficulty level I'm going to go for though.

My idea of 3 animals every lunch was shot down by my cohort. Apparently he wants to live.

Also for fun I'm thinking we should run the gamut on Duane Reade's De Lish products. That shold be fun and exciting.

Chicken 22: Bon Chon Chicken

Ah Bon Chon Chicken. What a way to cap things off. Originally we were hoping that the vegetarian place near us that close down and was turning into a Bon Chon was going to open in time for us to wrap up chicken month. Alas it was not to be, so we had to turn to delivery. The order to be was X-Large wings (36 total) split among the two of us, not spicy, with bread as the side.

It arrived promptly, and we started hacking away at the wings. The wings were crunchy and sweet, and the coating seemed more like a McNugget than traditional fried chicken the likes of which you would get at a KFC or Popeyes. Unlike the McNugget, there was an actual flavor to go with the food, and did not sicken you halfway through.

The wings were a little on the dryer side, a bit of a disappointment. It also wasn't as fresh due to the travel time it had to undergo. Disappointments, but such is the life of delivery. Here's hoping that that Bon Chon down the block gets it into gear right quick.

After all was consumed, it felt like there was a blanket holding the body down while walking. After a good hearty fried meal like that, a can of orange soda was in order, to break up all the grease. Orange soda and fried chicken just go so well together.

Oh and the buns were cold. Big whoop. They still tasted good, like the pork bun bread but obviously without the filling. Hopefully absorbed some of the grease in there.

Moving around sure was an arduous task with that much fried chicken. Not as bad as horsing all that Popeyes though.

So that wraps up chicken month. It was a good long haul, but now its finally over. Hopefully the damage done to my cardiovascular system won't be so permanent.

Really gotta get on the Cheerios.