The whole experience was one of misery and bizarreness. One decidedly got the feeling that the person behind the counter didn’t really want to be there. After I’d stepped into the shop I can say I didn’t want to be there either. It was too late.
Fish and chips were ordered.
“I’ll have to break the fish to fit it in the box, is that alright?”
Yes, Fish and Chips were served in a chicken box. Presentation obviously not being important here. Neither was quality.
I scavenged what decent morsels could be found from this chewy bilge and discarded most of it in a bin.
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