I had a dream there was a new restaurant in town so we ordered the thing you order to test out a new restaurant--the baromealter if you will--to see if the new place was good. Chicken strips. The meal arrives in an unassuming white takeout box, nothing unusual. We open it up, and oh yeah there's chicken strips in there.
But it's like, strips of chicken.
Like a chicken breast cut into strips, unbreaded, unseasoned, about 5 centimeters long each, no thicker than a shoe string.
Yeah. Chicken strips.
I was so astonished I woke up instantly and with a headache, not even hungry.
