I swore never to go back to this Chicken den of iniquity because of their inequitable employment standards. But nonetheless I faltered. For last night whilst cruising the main strip of the Belco food court I noticed they'd introduced a new dish.
1/4 Chicken ... and mashed potato.
I couldn't help myself. I love mashed spud. So I bought it.
How foolish did I feel when lo, it was not representative of the delish looking pic advertising the sumptuous feast. But rather it was a scoop full of deb locked in a tiny plastic container.
Deb - or mashed spud powder - is foul. I'm not sure how it is made but I am sure it involves bad things like ground up homeless people. It's not good. So I vowed, vowed never to eat there again - and return to my defence of the working man by not sourcing products from people that refuse to pay time and a half or double time for weekends and public holidays to their workers.
Except this morning. When I had one of their breakfast burgers. Despite the fact I asked for no BBQ sauce, sure enough they forgot. So, once more into the breech dear friends RE solidarity with the workers, especially since they appear to be 11 year olds forced to do their evil 19th century fat cat monopoly man resembling overlord's bidding.
Even if their lemon and herb chicken skin is fuck off delicious.