The Chicken, Kensal Rise
Shit Londoner Andy Butler sent in this disturbing post pub imagery. Are there black magic rituals afoot in Kensal Rise?
“On the way back from the pub one evening in Kensal Rise, my friends and I spotted this rather delightful urban/pastoral tableau on the a headless chicken on the pavement, next to the box containing it’s head and last bowel movement. There’s a Chicken Cottage round the corner. Probably unrelated but…”
The Head, Kensal Rise
There was much speculation before this years Carnival. Should it be allowed to go ahead? If it does go ahead will West London end up burning? Which paper will first feature a picture of a Met policeman dancing awkwardly with a sequinned dancer in hotpants? If London ever needed a party surely it was now?
All theses questions were running through my mind as I stepped off the train at Westbourne Park and found….
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Tempting Offer, Stroud Green Road
I’m not sure whether it’s the suspiciously low price for this battered chicken steak that puts me off or whether it’s the poster that has cracked under the strain of absorbing air borne grease for the past 15 years. Perhaps it’s because the serving instruction looks like it suggests that the best way to serve this dish is merely to slide it onto a paper knapkin. Either way, I think I’ll get my salmonella poisoning from somewhere else thank you very much.
Spotted by Jennifer Riley
Nation-state Chicken, Camden
I’m used to Chicken shops emulating KFC by using other improbable American states in their names like “North Dakota Fried Chicken” . I’m even used to them making up names that sort of sound like states eg – Kensy Fried Chicken. This one however is a whole new barrel of batshit crazy. I’d really like to sit in on a meeting when names like this are decided. Perhaps at the place where they buy the friers and other chicken paraphernalia a lunatic lives in a cupboard dispensing new chicken shop names. I want to meet him.
Oddly Named Chicken Shop, Camden
Okay, this flouts so many of the established rules for naming a chicken shop that frankly I don’t know where to begin. There’s no mention of any U.S State real or made-up, no smiling cannibalistic chicken to be seen, no three letter abbreviation including the letters F and C…it’s almost like whoever owns this place isn’t even aware of the rules. And if that isn’t enough they also defy all conventional chicken retailing wisdom by calling this place not a cottage, a shack, a bungalow or house but a unit. Unit is far too cold and clinical for food retail. It suggests an ambivalence towards your customer base. Why not go the whole way and just call your place Chicken Skip? Oh yeah, because that would actually make some sort of sense.