Food so fresh, it's alive and kicking

Two little, beady eyes stared at me from under a drooping coxcomb.

No, I wasn't in the farmyard, facing down the local rooster, but at a rather upmarket restaurant where my chicken still had its head on.

For many foreigners, the sight of a meal coming to the table with a face still on it can be rather daunting. I have to say, even after all this time in China, I'm still not that keen on the idea.