Looks like it’s going to be even more difficult to concentrate in the office today than normal but at least it’s football to blame.
Yep it’s coming home and I came back home from holiday last week with all the joy of being in the office to excite me. Yeah I was grumpy.
So I decided to have fried chicken. Surely if fried chicken is superb at 1am, it will be so at 1pm?
Chicking on Edgware Road was my destiny. The menu consists of fried chicken and things like wraps with fried chicken in. I kind of had the intention of a fried chicken wrap but the greasy venue didn’t scream top quality salad, so I stuck to chicken pieces.
Except they only had one ready and bollocks was I spending longer in this pit of misery than I had to, so I had some (un)tenders too.
I cannot remember what was worst, I think the chicken piece was driest and oldest, but the tenders felt pretty manufactured and old. Not sure I’ve ever had fried chicken when drunk that is this bad.
Rating of 1.2 out of 10. So bad I went to Gregg’s after.
Moral of the story? Don’t go to the chicken shop at lunch.
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