We were on the road from Edinburgh to Manchester when we decided to make a pit stop. Given that we weren't too sure how difficult it was going to be on our approach to our hotel (it was, but not in the way we'd anticipated), I opted for a quick pick-me-up from this well-known chain.
Normally I don't bother reviewing fast food restaurants - the expectations are low, you're not typically going to hang out, and it's more of a "well, it's here, we might as well use it". Sort of the same reason I don't normally Yelp about gas stations, drug stores, and the like.
But occasionally even those expectations are vastly undermet. I know this is England and all, and a rather backwards portion of that country, but I have never seen such a pasty-white group of losers in my life. It seemed like a scene out of "Children Of The Corn" mixed with "Idiocracy". I ordered a chicken sandwich, and the pimply teenager who may have been taking my order muttered something unintelligible. About eight others of a similar ilk wandered behind the counter aimlessly, constantly checking the rack to see if my food had arrived. Ostensibly there was somebody in the back cooking the damn sandwich.
Finally our food arrived. I will say that we seem to have survived the incident, but remain forever scarred. read more