Bah! On a street like Chippy Lane, where you're surrounded by competition of the highest order; the elite of the elite of chip shops and takeaways, you do not offer up such paltry fare to the gathered masses of Cardiff! We were raised on the best and we expect nothing less in our 20-something drunken debauchery! We do not want your grainy pigeon meat placed upon a serving of soggy, depressed chips and topped off with a sauce that looks like a cat was ill on my plate and tastes much worse! Take it back and make it again! Better this time!
I kid. Kebabland is not THAT bad. But when you're next door to Tony's and Dorothy's, you had better be bringing your A-game, or there's really just no point in trying.
A donor kebab from Kebabland sounds like it should be the simplest thing to make and make well. I mean, it's in the name, for crying out loud. Unfortunately, it embodied all the worst things people think about kebabs and justified no end of "I'm not eating that; I don't know where it's been!" from my friends. The fact that I could actually taste the less-than-stellar flavours given my state at the time is testament to that. Go next door; their kebabs are better there too. read more