Since you have chef in your name I will babble on with a funny from 30+ years ago. I live in the south and 'southern food' is a staple and in our area Soul Food crosses a lot of boundaries. I worked in a pharmaceutical company with its own cafeteria, and it was an awesome cafeteria. It was subsidized and anyone would be hard pressed to eat $2.00 worth of eggs/bacon/sausage/omelets to order. Great food. Greater prices. Lunches were a variety of fried foods from fish to chicken to grilled steaks/burgers and it was an awesome place to eat. So much so, night shift stayed after work to eat breakfast before they left. Super nice. When our headquarters from up north (Boston, Mass and Hartford, Connecticut) merged it brought the north to the south and our cafeteria became a clashing zone. The cafeteria staff was reduced and replaced with a professional chef and a few cooks/workers he chose. The menu shifted tremendously. One day we were standing in line and the menu for the day was chicken fettuccini, chicken Cacciatore, and chicken parmesan. One of my co-workers was from the mountains of NC and as country bumpkin as anyone ever. If Appalachia has a stereotype my buddy fit it to a T. He had a deep mountain accent and was a super guy to work with and work for. When the chef came out with his double-breasted suit, the hat and the completely professional look, mingling with us like he would at a five-star restaurant. He came up to "Joe" and said, "How are things? What will you be eating today? Joe said in a deep drawl from Appalachia, "I don't know, bo, but I do know there is only three ways to "F*&% up a good chicken, and damned if you don't know all three!". Joe meant it in gest, but our new chef was deeply offended. Joe landed in HR over it and he would say, "his preference of having his chicken fried or grilled" was the reason. Babbling. At work waiting for the night shift to get up to speed. My apologies for getting off the topic. Scott