“Don’t get the chicken,” my coworker advised conspiratorially on our way out to the kosher restaurant of our boss’ choosing. “They don’t always pluck all of the feathers off, so you end up with hairy chicken.”
Upon arriving at the restaurant, I passed on that friendly advice to our new employee, who was joining us for lunch. “You should get the chicken,” I offered congenially. “It’s really good here.”