Poo Chicken...and Entourage

So on Saturday Shaun and I went to see "Wedding Crashers" -- hilarious! After the movie we went over to BW3's for some lunch, I ordered some chicken tenders and fries, he ordered a tender wrapper. So far, this sounds like nothing out of the ordinary, but I haven't told you yet that when my tenders arrived, they smelled strongly of poo. I would say they smelled like shit, but that could just mean that they smelled bad. That is not what I mean. They actually smelled like human poo. At first I thought, "It must be coming from the bathroom," because all logic and reason tells us that chicken cannot smell like poo, and we happened to be seated rather near the restrooms. I started eating -- attempting to disguise the smell with BBQ sauce, blue cheese, and ranch dressing -- and made it about halfway through my tender before I just had to have Shaun's opinion to make sure I wasn't crazy. So, after consulting his nostrils, he agreed that there was something not quite right about the odor, and he also pointed out that the tenders were, in fact, burnt. But to that I said, "Burnt chicken does not smell like poop. I've burnt chicken before, I know what it smells like, this is odd."

So we were sitting there, eyebrows raised, looks of incredulity on our faces, each silently contemplating the various and sundry ways human poop could have come in contact with the chicken during its many stages of preparation, when an unsuspecting waitress walked by and asked, "Is everything alright?" What to say? Shaun put it as delicately as possible: "Um, well -- her chicken has a strange smell, like a smell that would come from someone's backside." Oh, the decorum. The waitress picked up my basket of tenders, and after smelling them for herself she said, "Well, they're definitely burnt, would you like us to remake the order?" To which I politely declined and said I was cool with just my fries. When the waitress brought our check there was a $10 gift certificate included, so the next time we go to BW3's we can order some more poo smeared tenders! What can you do, perhaps it was just a freak coincidence -- or perhaps there was human feces on my food? (That, by the way, is a thought that will keep you up nights wondering if at any moment you are about to earl your brains out from the worst food poisoning you've ever had.) I suppose I will never know. But you know what they say, shit happens, I just wasn't expecting it to happen on my naked tenders.

On a more positive note I got to watch the new episode of Entourage tonight. (If you don't have HBO, this show is a reason to get it. It's awesome, Shaun got me hooked!) Tonight while watching it I thought to myself, "Wow, it's like a male version of Sex & the City; 4 guys, their fantasy lives, lots of fame, money, and hot chicks." Throw in some cool cameos (Val Kilmer's was the best), great writing, and just funny situations and you've got another great HBO original series. Now if we can just get on with the final season of The Sopranos, all will be right with the world.