NO KFC AT TWENTY

After I visited a friend this afternoon out in Toronto's east end, and since it was a lovely day, I decided to take a walk along Danforth Avenue. I popped into one of the many fine markets along that stretch of road; on the way out, as I reoriented myself into a west-bearing walk, I noticed that across the street was a KFC outlet. Hmm... I never noticed that one before.

It dawned on me that it was exactly twenty years ago this summer that I last chowed down at a Kentucky Fried Chicken establishment -- the location in question was on Bloor Street west. Mmm, Mmm good. So much so that I haven't gone back since.

By sharing this with you, am I trying to impress? Of course I am. Think of all the chickens I've saved by choosing not to eat at a 'manufacturing plant'. (I've eaten chicken more than a few times since my last KFC experience, obviously.)