Yesterday, we had some Chicken Express for dinner. Every time I see their logo it makes me think of Nunnrey. The chicken tenders are great, but I would still prefer some Raising Cane's sauce over the white gravy.
Anyway, Shey for some reason has a liking for fried chicken livers. I learned this on a trip to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. I'm not a huge fan of the livers as I think they are a little gritty, but since I saw them on the menu at Chicken Express I decided to pick some up (specifically for Shey) to go with our chicken and catfish dinner.
John claims he's never had liver so I told him he should try one. He refused, but Shey called him a sissy so he gave it a whirl. There were no fava beans or Chianti for John's Hannibal meal, but he did have some sweet tea with vodka (not to be confused with The Sweet Tea Vodka). Once John got through the fried goodness and his teeth sunk into that liver he started whining like a little girl about how gross it was.
I'm not sure if he actually swallowed it or not, but this one goes up there with his fear of roaches for how much of a little punk he is. I assume this means you'll never see John on any survival shows in the future.