Saturday, May 9, 2009

Chicken Noodle Café

The hot broth treatment appears to be getting to this poor chicken.

He is sitting in a bowl of self soup, the culinary equivalent of strangling yourself with your own intestines.

And look at his posture. Clearly, he's in the throes of the later stages of avian dementia. One wing propping up his head. Feet languidly drooping over the "tub." He's having the time of his "life," as his organs congeal and he simmers to perfection.

Then there's his "Eat my noodles" demand. Although we hate to point it out, that's not a noodle he's eating. (Does the chicken believe he comes equipped with noodles?) No, he's temptingly dangling some errant scrap of flesh. His gizzard, maybe. We understand chickens consider them quite the delicacy.

(Thanks to Dr. Jones for the referral.)


Anlina S. said...

Is it my imagination, or is the whole thing attempting to be sexually provocative too? The spread-leg, reclining pose and the invitation to eat his noodle? Disgusting.

foodlovingvegan said...

I love this blog.

Anonymous said...

And of course writing "café" with an apostrophe instead of a diacritic is always classy.

Bon appe'tit!

matthew said...

You acting like you don't do "noodle" thats the kind of chick i hate messing with. By the way, its a picture of a chicken...not an actual chicken. Learn the difference between reality and fantasy. Ceci n’est pas une pipe.