Next time you eat at the Chirping Chicken ...

The highlight of my every work day is lunch with Oli. Sometimes we start planning our menu as early as 9 am when we get to work ...

"Chicken?"
"How about sushi?"
"Salad?"
"Deli?"
"Mexican?"
"Chinese?"

We go through the list of countries around the world, dishes and aromas ... and end up with the Chirping Chicken. This "fine" eatery should have been closed long time ago looking at the charcoaled grill dripping oil, but it still attracts a steady flow of Men at Work, Nannies with crying upper East Side whiners in carriages and US (Oli and Myself). It is one of a "few" places in New York where the only decoration hanging is an instruction board on how to save a choking person. One of the last places in New York, where no celebrity has ever been sighted and Zagat does not know it exists!

As a matter of fact, this place is so special that one Summer day we witnessed a peculiar event.

Unfortunately, the only open table was the one closest to the bathroom, which is divided by a wall. Our appetite was at its peak as we bit into the sultry pieces of the grilled chicken when out of nowhere a little girl about 2 years old appeared and squatted in her diapers behind the wall.
The belonging nanny, in front of the wall was immersed in conversation with her friends and was carelessly sucking on her chicken bone.
As the little girl squatted, her eyes bulged out, her tiny face started to turn red, which was followed by some sort of a groaning noise; whiping the floor with her little fingers and consequently licking it all the way around ...
"Come honey try again, push ... "
"Nana, it's not comin' out ... "
"Just try again sweetie ... , Ladies, I hope you don't mind?!!!!! ... "

"What is going on here?" our astonished faces changed emotions and we burst into a laughter that turned into disgust ... The diaper princess was pooping! behind the wall, while coached by the nanny and having us as audience ... Bon Appetite at the Chirping Chicken! .....