Well, now, this is a fried fucking chicken. And totally juicy and tender and the breading was sort of sweet and everything. However, a) directly applying honey to the chicken as suggested grossed me the fuck out, and b) directly applying the falling bits of breading to the Texas toast and then trying to spread it and successfully eating it grossed everyone else out (but fuck them. BREDKEN!). Only real deduction was for the deejay in the bowling alley itself, who kept BLAAOWW BLA-BLA-BLA-BLAAAOWWWing the airhorn on his rig.