Dear Royal Fried Chicken.
We miss your chicken fillet and cheese burgers, your freshly fried chips (with mayo) and spare ribs (only 2-50, now!).
Where are you now? Gone obviously, but you are still in our hearts... and arteries. Please return soon, as we are often blind; lost with no light to guide us at two in the early hours.
Fly back on your chicken wings and deep fried things.
We can't survive on the sauc
e without your nourishment.You are our destiny, and our density.
Taylor (not pictured) and PhilB (pictured with helmet)
