I knew Orilla years ago when Lyle Smith had the meat locker. I sold 4-H calves to him to butcher. The first time I went into the cooler I almost fainted at the sight of tongues hanging off the rail
The Chicken sounds so authentic and likeable part of the Des Moines area, it makes me envious. Here in central Wisconsin the only thing close to it is snowmobile trails between bars which compete with chili cook-offs in the sickening dead cold of winter. Riding a bike on a warm fragrant Polk County summer eve is so much better than near death experience of snow riding with drunks and nearly wetting yourself getting the snow suit access open.