Of all the cluster of speciality stores in the Psarakos complex, these chicken ladies and dudes are my second favourite. I’ll get this straight though: I ain’t a big chicken eater, so won’t even suggest I have the foggiest idea what all those bits of birds are under the glass. Sure, there’s the breasts and legs and stuff, I’m not stupid, but I’d be buggered if I knew what to do with them. There’s another reason I rate these chicken folk so highly, and it’s not my relationship with the granddaughter of a chicken farmer either. The reason I love(that’s right, love) these folk is the eggs. I love eggs! Who doesn’t? And if you love eggs, you gotta love free-range eggs. They’re yellower in the yolk and they hold together so, so much better in the pot. The good folk at J & N Poultry know eggs. Off course they do, it’s their job right? Right. But they take a lot of pride in their eggs. They take so much care, in fact, that they’ll personally check the well being of every egg in the dozen they sell you. And you just don’t get that kind of service anywhere these days.