Brathänchentag

"Anoche fuimos a las ramadas con el Mouse, nos tomamos unos fatshop... con un apestoso pollo a las brasas, otra costumbre inmemorial de la época de los incas, que como ustedes saben, eran auténticos chilenos."

Tomas Bradanovic

¿Qué hay más primigenio, más básico que poner un pollo en un palo y darle vueltas sobre el fuego? No cabe duda que fue una de las primeras comidas de la humanidad, de que nace de forma espontánea en todos lados, como la punta de flecha, el mito del eterno retorno y la xenofobia.

Nobody would think of nationalizing roasted chicken. Not even Texan cowboys. Only Peruvians could think of such an idea. The day before yesterday was Roasted chicken day. So today I'm going to the Mr. Chicken around the corner here in Bochum to have some Brathänchen. Mr.Chicken, by the way, may only exist in Germany, but its owners and most of its workers are Turkish. All of Germany gets more Turkish every day, but I don't think there's much of a difference between the Turkish and the German roasted chicken.

I remember when I was small I had a playmobil set with three cowboys, a campfire and a roasted chicken. I wish I could go to Mr.Pollo in Chicago, where a Ecuadorian family claims to have a traditional recipe for their roasted chicken. Most of the pictures of roasted chicken, however, are from Thailand.

Turn roasted chicken to a national dish of your country too! Celebrate roasted chicken day everywhere!