Patty Island

Ah, Patty Island. Curry mutton patties, lobster and shrimp patties, jerk chicken patties… I popped it once on my way home from somewhere or other, thought I’d give it a try.
Fella behind the counter, either to try and win me over as a new customer, or because he had to get rid of them anyway, stuffed my bag full of an absurd amount of free patties. Maybe seven, eight, he just kept going. More, far more than anyone could ever eat in one sitting. And definitely more than you’d want to have without some sort of liquid to help ‘em down! (You wouldn’t exactly have described them as «moist»). Being of a gluttonous disposition, though, I continued eating them long after it had ceased to be enjoyable. I think I took even some to work the next day — that really WAS pushing it. But hey, they were free! Hooray for Patty Island Man. (I have to admit that I haven’t been back since, though. Read into that what you will)