It's been awhile but I spatchcocked a White Oak Pastures' chicken the other night. Got out the kitchen shears and started cutting the backbone out, got half way though one side, started cussing, cut some more, cussed some more, and finally got through the first side. Started on the other side of the backbone and really started cussing (apparently my shears have grown much duller since last time I did this), cat came in the kitchen and wouldn't shut up, threatened to spatchcock her, she skulked out, threw the shears in the sink, cussed come more, opened a beer, pulled out the chef's knife and hacked at that f-ing backbone till the little bugger came out and then cracked the breastbone to flatten it out. Cat came back in the room - no yelling this time. I seasoned it (the chicken, not the cat) with some salt, pepper, Slap-Ya-Mama (hot version), oil and lemon juice. Let it sit for a while and then grilled it under a brick - well under a big damn iron skillet with a brick in it. Came off the grill with crispy skin and juicy on the inside. At least that's the way it seemed to me but that could of just been how the beer remembers it.Speaking of beer, where did you find the Habanero Sculpin? Been looking for it up around Roswell/Alpharetta but no luck so far.Thanks,Robert