Bonnie and the Girls, and Me: Super Chicken Throws Rhode Island Under the Bus

We were out cycling in the deep, dark forest of coastal Connecticut a few nights ago, when Moustache Mike breaks into the theme song to Super Chicken. I'd like to say the reason I don't remember this cartoon is because I'm too young. The fact is, I fit the time frame, I just don't remember! Mike and I are known to break into song on the trail, maybe more so at night to chase away the creepy woodsey wildlife (local partying teenagers and "man versus wilders" excluded). Upon returning home, my ever adventurous and conscientious husband offers, "You really should see an episode of Super Chicken and post it on your blog, just for fun." I concede, because that's what this blog is all about really...fun. So the following morning I settle in for a 6 minute youtube over fried eggs (but not my girls' ...yet).

Poor Rhode Island takes a chicken lickin':

In defense of our tiniest State of the Union, Providence in particular has come a loooong way. It is a jewel of a city! They have uncovered the pretty river that runs smack through it's center, and then the Italianos in power ordered gondolas from the motherland to ply the river banks. Stunning! Brown University, RISD and Johnson and Wales adorn it's hillsides, and of course Federal Hill, ground zero for all that is Italian, flanks to the North. Btw, looking for fantastic food? Providence abounds with many fine eateries...my pick? La Laiterie Bistro, farm to table yumminess in a pretty cheese shop. If you've just spent a to-die-for day of shopping the Providence Mall, head to Venda Ravioli, but pack a cooler for fresh nibbles, and don't forget an espresso on the way out the door.