What's the first thing that springs to mind when you saw that title? Was it, perhaps, this:
You'd think that, wouldn't you? You'd think that if somewhere had a sign with the words 'Baby' and 'Chicken' on it that it'd be some allusion to cuteness or Easter or baby chicks. But I actually saw a sign that said 'Baby Chicken' on the door of one of Walthamstow's many fried chicken shops. Thousands of people probably pass that sign every day and never give it a second's thought. But I can't stop thinking and worrying about it.
What worries me is that it can only mean one of two things:
1 - That 'Western Fried Chicken' is selling tiny little chickens fried whole.
2 - That 'Western Fried Chicken' is selling a fried chicken meal aimed at children under the age of two.
Imagine that; fried chicken, for the under twos...
Sadly, I imagine the latter of those two options. Despite the potentially volatile nature of cheap fried chicken it still seems to be the number one takeaway meal in the E17 region. From 12pm-1pm the corridors of the College building I work in are filled with the nauseating aroma of spiced poultry. It's not KFC either. It's 'Chicky Chicken', 'Chicken Shack' or 'Special Fried Chicken', accompanied with a vat of syrupy unnamed-brand cola that prevents my students from concentrating on a single thing I teach them all afternoon.