Addictive - you've been warned. I am now so far down the line I have been unashamedly visiting for lunch and the odd takeaway ...
Tucked away in Brixtons food court, currently my favourite eating destination in London, it more than stands up to its neighbours.
Bright graphics and a hip hop playlist good enough to host a house party, we sit surrounded by baskets of chicken and other goodies.
Eat the deep fried macaroni first - crispy outside and stringy strong cheese. But this is only if you can keep yourself away from the buffalo wings for long enough. My hand is in this basket first without fail, the thought of this sauce alone has me salivating. Salt and pepper crust coats little chicken balls of goodness, and do not leave without ordering the black eyed pea pot of great potential!
Despite ordering so many sides and baskets there is no issue distinguishing between them, the flavours are so different and so enjoyable. The sides bring everything together, but the mac and cheese is practically another dish in itself.
I am still bewildered by the price. These are no ordinary sized wings, and these are NO battery hen, steroid pumped chickens.
Could it be the chickens here are sourced based on their happiness - ?
Is it a kind sorcerer or sheer witch craft that created this menu of wanting more - ?
Perhaps when you get to my height of addiction you'll wish these were bones you never stripped - ?
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