What do you get when you put Foghorn Leghorn on a plate, pluck off all his feathers and bake him at 350 degrees until he’s a crisp, golden brown? Lunch at the café across from my office in Hong Kong, that’s what! Imagine my surprise as a group of specimens like the one pictured above, heads held high, wings tucked neatly by their sides, sat in a perfect semi-circle as if ready to perform a cock-a-mamie Buzby Berkley number. A matronly chef smiled and waved her meat cleaver at me as I walked by. I'm always willing to try something new, but this particular lunch special was a definite cock-a-doodle don't!