Dirty Burger And Chicken Shop – Chicken Burger (Takeaway)
I unwrapped the chicken burger and laid the fries on the unfurled paper ready to investigate what I had in store. If the fries weren’t McCain’s Crinkle Cut Chips, then I’m Mickey Mouse – and to fuck me off even more, having the honor of receiving this insult for the price Dirty Burger and Chicken Shop charged me for a single portion, I could’ve bought two and a half bags of McCain’s Crinkle Cut Chips from Waitrose. £4.50p for several sticks of potato’d shit.
thought that maybe I’d get my money’s worth from the chicken burger. I was wrong. If I had paid 99p for this burger from some shitbox fried chicken pit in the ass-end of nowhere, I’d be angry – nothing about this burger stood out from the countless chicken shops that litter the streets between betting shops and off-licenses up and down the nation. It was at this point that I was feeling those weighty anchors of being fucked over slowly drag me to the seabed of utter misery, and I was running out of oxygen.
“ Spend a little less money on graphic designers and more on the quality of food, and you'll get a 3 from me ”