i do sometimes miss the feeling that you might be witness or party to a fight when entering a chicken shop in the UK at certain times. it’s just something that would never occur to me to happen here.
Was in a place like this in Edinburgh once and we all had to keep the door shut inside because some lad like this was the angriest person I’ve ever seen in my life, butting the glass window
Ken’s. Fried. Chicken.
Surprised it doesnt go cold having to be flown from there
The young man is clearly angered by the establishment’s lack of an apostrophe.
You’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?
You’re telling me my son dried these tomatoes?
You’re telling me a house trained this dog?
You telling me that you Micked On All Dee’s?
There is/was a Merleys chicken in Camberwell. which takes some balls, thinking about it
Be the change you want to see in the world