Moffett's Chicken Pie Shoppe

Nicole and I have been exploring our neighborhood and ran across Moffett’s Chicken Pie Shoppe a few weeks ago. “Moffett” sounds like something out of Star Wars – Grand Moff Tarkin, Boba Fett, maybe some Ewok thrown in. What was the name of that robot dog thing in “Battlestar Galactica”?

We had dinner at this Chicken Pie Shoppe for the first time Friday night and almost went three nights in a row (they were closed on Sunday). Saturday night Mom and Dad came too and I remembered my camera.

Inside I was surprised to find that there was a chicken motif everywhere in the interior decorations. Even the curtains had chicken insignias on them. It was no accident. Nevertheless, Nicole had a ham steak on Saturday night, because she’s rebellious like that. Actually she had a chicken pie the first night.

You can have chicken pie with mixed dark and white meat or all white meat. I just don’t care, that’s why I had mixed meat both nights. That’s the way I do it.

They sell frozen raw pies out of a display case that you can take home and bake.

I meant to take a more appetizing picture of my dinner before I started to eat it, but then I forgot to take a picture until it was halfway gone. I was just so hungry. And I got so full – both nights I ended up feeling like I was going to have an out-of-body experience, like I was going to burst out of my body.

Speaking of the ghostly realm, there was the image of a woman that kept showing up in the pictures over my or my dad's shoulder. I experimented with adding a ghostly glow around her, and Nicole laughed at my experiments, but I was afraid that if she happened to research her favorite chicken pie shoppe on the internet it might hurt her feelings.

I think we'll be spending more time at this place. It’s one of the few places where you can be in America and Los Angeles at the same time. Another one is my apartment.