Chicken Breakfast?

Alright. Here we go. I finally took a photo of something I saw that I thought was funny yesterday.

I was in the most excitable happy mood all of yesterday, so that's probably why I took the photo.

On closer inspection it's probably not all that amazing. Oh well, we're here now - so let's make the most of it! 

A charcoal chicken place just around the corner from my street has been struggling to be a successful business the past year, and last week they changed ownership.

Still an overly friendly Asian family, still a charcoal chicken store. But they've re-done the place.

New store front, new boards (pictured), there's now a little alfresco nook with chairs and tables - cafe style. Terrifying halogen fairy globes flank its overhang. The interior (though I'm yet to venture inside), consists of a complete mismatch of elements. Lino floors, with wooden laminate table tops ((shudders)), strange minimal paintings on walls where they shouldn't be. A giant, slightly less confusing that before menu, but still consisting of fluorescent colours and giant comic sans type.

Anyway, what struck me as completely pants on head retarded was this sign. Charcoal chick BREAKFAST?! Who the crap wants chicken for breakfast? Chicken is for lunch, in a sandwich. Or for dinner, roasted or fried. NOT for breakfast. Normally I eat cereal, raisin toast, or bacon and eggs. The thought of gnawing on a chicken leg whilst sipping my cappuccino with 1 sugar makes me want to flip all the disgusting laminate tables in that place.

"Hey, you wanna get breaky?"
"Uh... Okay! Let's go. Where do you want to eat?"

"OH! There's this charcoal chicken place, new management, terrifying interior colors and design?"

"(Gagging noises)"