I'm pretty convinced that no one visits Miss Millies when sober. It's very much a classic case of "Drunk. Hungry. Must eat chicken." Now, I usually find that if I'm feeling a bit worse for wear and want to try to minimise tomorrow morning's prospective pain, then eating something, however greasy and disgusting it might be, will do me a favour. That is, unless I make the critical error of heading to the Miss Millies on Church Road. It genuinely is the only food I've ever come across that actually makes my hangover the next day worse - and yet, I'll undoubtedly be back. You always end up going back. read more