The night that forever will live in infamy was a direct result of too much booze and too much chicken. Since there can never be too much of either of these things, the night ended perfectly. After a bender that turned into an informal scotch tasting we needed gnargins. Like a bright ray of sunshine CC appeared. £8 got us about 8kg of chicken it seemed. Feast mode — switched on. Soon we were feasting in my flat singing praises to the chicken and generally annoying the neighbours. We were so pleased that we broke into my roommates room, citing that she must awake and feast with us. When she did not comply, we brought chicken into her bed to feast with us. Always with good humour, she laughed and went back to sleep. Many fine nights have ended here with many more to come. I hear pickled peppers go swell on the side.
Lucien H.
Rating des Ortes: 4 New Haven, CT
Seriously, I don’t know what it does to my credentials to review a fast food place. But who cares, I personally like to take Chicken Cottage home after a night out. Not my home by the way, no I take it to the apartment on the floor below mine to run into my friends’ house, Mark S and Lemon, to take some of their pickled peppers. Invite them to the feast of chicken. Yell at them to get out of bed and have as great a time as I am. Not convinced? I’m just saying you’ll be unreasonably pleased with yourself. I don’t know what it is. ;)
Lizzie S.
Rating des Ortes: 4 London, United Kingdom
Nug nugs… I want nug nugs. What do you get when you feed Lizzie too much wine, force her to play Bingo with a group of trusty Unilocalers and then let her draw all over herself and the rest of the party in permanent marker? Nug nuggs… dirty fried morsels of goodness that only someone this drunk can understand.