I had organic chicken and it was so flavorful that the RG remarked that the restaurant probably has sourced out a local vendor.
It's tough to be pretentious about chicken, but DUmmy NJCher managed it.
In a blind taste test, I guarantee neither she nor the pansy "RG" could distinguish between this "flavorful" chicken, a chicken Mcnugget, and a Chik-Fil-A.
Remember, this is the DUmmy who was proud of a bowl of puke stew.
This bouncy reminds me of a "Portlandia" skit, where a hippie restaurant menu listed organic chicken, including the name of the farm, a photo of the chicken on its "free range", and the pet name the farmer gave that individual chicken.