What came first, the chicken or the egg? Cracking a mystery at Frank’s North Star Tavern

Frank Dorsey, owner of Frank's North Star Tavern, was doing some yard work behind his bar at 508 Locust St. earlier this week when he discovered these eggs nestled in the tall grass.

Frank’s North Star Tavern is going to the birds. One bird in particular, actually.

A chicken, thought to belong to one of the bar’s neighbors, has been hanging around Frank’s parking lot for months, says tavern owner Frank Dorsey. He hadn’t seen the little red hen for a while, he recalls, until stumbling upon evidence earlier this week that his fine-feathered friend may have paid another visit.

Dorsey says he was doing routine yard work behind the bar, 508 Locust St., when he spotted nearly a dozen undisturbed eggs nestled in a thicket of foot-tall grass near a couple shipping containers.

“At first I thought someone was getting rid of them,” he says. “Then I realized none of them were broken, so that didn’t make sense.”

As for the fate of the eggs — and the chicken they came from — Dorsey’s not certain. Not knowing how old the eggs were by the time he’d found them, Dorsey ended up throwing them in the dumpster.

He’s been “half-jokingly” telling folks that the bar should start making whiskey flips (a cocktail resembling eggnog minus the cream), though he admits “using raw eggs in recipes can be kind of problematic” from a health-code standpoint.

If you’d like to try out the whiskey flip at home, Dorsey shared a recipe with us. In the meantime, keep an eye out for this chicken. Who knows, you may get some free eggs out of the deal.

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