My friends and I travel from the States every few years to catch the F1 Grand Prix of Canada. Or at least that's what we tell others who aren't fortunate enough to make the trip. In reality, we're going to consume as many of these chickens as we possibly can. Two or three visits in a long weekend is not uncommon. (I know of individuals who taunt friends who didn't come along by presenting empty boxes of chicken bones upon returning home.)