It's all about the chicken fingers.

When you're a kid, you love chicken fingers. They don't even need to be the real deal. Processed chicken part McNuggets reign supreme.

Then as we grow older, we graduate on to burgers, brats, and steak. But not me. It's all about the chicken fingers. Chicken tenders. Call them what you may, but there is nothing quite so tasty as a good all-white-meat-real-chicken chicken finger.

Over the years I've become somewhat of a connoisseur of chicken fingers and can tell you that not all chicken fingers are created equally. (Note the proper use of the adverb equally which modifies the verb created? Darn Framers and their crappy grammar!)

The best chicken fingers I have ever had were at a seafood place in Vancouver, WA. I can't remember the name of it, but they were sesame breaded tenders of crunchy goodness for sure.

You may wonder why all the obsession with chicken fingers. Easy. I just got back from lunch, where I had of all things, a....

burger? Yeah, right!