It flew the coop

I feel a strange sort of melancholy now that the Chicken Ranch restaurant has left us.

It brought a frivolous color scheme and rare affordable meals to swanky University Ave. Then there was the rotisserie chicken everything (jerk chicken wrap, anyone?). But, as a Weekly reviewer once almost wrote, you could often throw a pot pie through the joint and not hit a single customer.

I never actually ate at Chicken Ranch, but just this week my companion and I had considered the rotisserie. Then we saw the butcher paper over the windows.

Darn.