This is what I had for dinner at another fancy-schmancy event at a restaurant that shall remain anonymous, but its name rhymes with Toads on the Whatsit. Sort of. As you can see, this is not the best meal I ever had. I can’t decide if this falls into the category of Crimes Against Herbs or Crimes Against Chicken. I can’t blame the rosemary for not bringing any flavor to the party, and the poor chicken breast never had a chance.