Irish cooking and chicken... OH ME GAWD... I was nearly dropping from my chair with laughter when I read this...

My brother was near kildare with a folk dancers group, they got quarters in the barracks of the local army post. Now the cook had his own ideas about lowering the costs of food. He had organized a whole load of chicken from somewhere, and now they served chicken in mess the whole week... My brother loved fried chicken, but would spit like having the mouth full with feathers when we served chicken the day he came back.