The colonel's 11 herbs and spices descend upon your palette like a well-controlled sexual climax. The flavour and depth lovingly fused into these succulent breasts by the employees at this fine establishment have left me breathless and penniless. Nay, not because of high prices, but because I spend every breathing minute of the day in this cultural coliseum of taste and pleasure. My humble companion, David the friendly African, has been known to visibly melt at the sight of his weekly 3 piece variety meal. I have even heard retorts of "ohmagod BEhave" when biting into the soft juicy leg of a chicken that must only have been dead for 2/3 minutes. The chickens must be lovingly kept in a free-range farm at the back of the shop before happily rolling into the fryer of their own accord and sacrificing themselves to their God in this cathedral of protein. Though an atheist, I believe in the relevant God of these chickens as only his divine intervention could create such amazing flavour. Eating at this establishment is almost like an outer-body experience, and I cannot recommend it enough. Spend all of your hard-earned/stolen money bowing down to the Gods of succulent breasts and I guarantee you shall not leave disappointed, hungry or in good health. God speed, noble traveler- god speed.
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