This must be one of the more desperate KFC,s around. The food is the standard you would expect from KFC. Queuing at night is quite an experience a bit like Beirut on a quiet night as the pubs vomit the detritus into the market square, and they wander around like extras from zombies dawn of the dead looking for prey. Sitting in to eat must be one of life's more depressing experiences as the clientele are scary and all seem to have entered the how much food can we get on the floor competition. Dover at its most illuminating.
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