Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Great Chicken Finger Divide
I learned something deeply disturbing about some of my co-workers at the L.A. Weekly last night: At least five of them had never heard of chicken fingers, which were included in our Tuesday-night dinner. I was raving about how good these particular digits were when one of my colleagues asked, "What's a chicken finger, like a claw or something?"
I thought this fellow was just a weird aberration, until I found more and more folks who had never heard of chicken fingers. The geographic breakdown of who had and hadn't heard of my savory, breaded friends was stark: Those from the Midwest, South or Great Britain had heard of them; those from the East or West coasts hadn't. This should give the good people of flyover country one more reason to be suspicious of the dandies on the coasts. I'm certainly considering relocating after this hurtful revelation.
It must be said here that I really love chicken fingers. Whenever I'm forced to eat at a mall-chain restaurant, I order them three times out of five. They're really hard to screw up, and dipping sauces are always a plus. And I like to spread my dipping around: ranch, barbecue, honey mustard ... bring it.
So I'd like to ask the far-flung readership of Rocket Fever to weigh in on this, especially my friends in NYC: Have your native friends heard of chicken fingers? Or are Midwesterners, Southerners and Brits all alone on this?