A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

Recent entries:
“What did the bunny say when he had only thistles to eat?"/"Thistle have to do!” (8/18)
“What did the bunny say when he had only thistles to eat?"/"Thistle have to do!” (8/18)
“Programming is like sex: one mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life” (8/18)
“If you do pass the McKinley bill, we shall have to come over to your country and thrash you” (8/18)
“There are so many scams on the internet. But for $19.99 I can show you how to avoid them” (8/18)
More new entries...

A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z


Entry from September 22, 2009
“One man’s chicken shit is another man’s chicken salad”

"One man’s chicken shit is another man’s chicken salad” is an expressive way of saying that people have different tastes. The saying is cited in print from at least 2001.

Another saying using the same terms is: “You can’t make chicken salad out of chicken shit.”


Google Groups: alt.tv.game-shows
Newsgroups: alt.tv.game-shows
From: “Sherman Potter” Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2001 10:03:41 -0400
Local: Fri, Jul 6 2001 9:03 am
Subject: Re: Microphone question

One man’s chickenshit is another man’s chicken salad, and apparently you’re eating it up.

MotownSports.com Message Board
guy incognito
05-31-2003, 07:05 PM
(...)
Naturally, this is all subjective. To paraphrase Lyndon Baines Johnson, one man’s chicken salad is another’s chicken s---.

ESPN.com
Updated: November 25, 2003, 12:51 PM ET
Usual (and not so usual) suspects
By Peter May
Special to ESPN.com
(...)
One man’s chicken you-know-what can be another man’s chicken salad—and Doc at least knows the players without a scorecard. In terms of charisma, he’s the anti-Cartwright.

Kyle Rovinsky’s Blog
Assessing the Market - Brentfield Area - Dallas, TX for 2009
August 31, 2009
(...)
Subject matter is very subjective. What’s the old saying…”One man’s chicken s&*% is another man’s chicken salad”. People tend to overvalue things that belong to them - primarily cuteness of their pets and children, but inevitably, their real estate also falls into this category.

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • (0) Comments • Tuesday, September 22, 2009 • Permalink